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The Sunday Night Mind Melt presents three hours of sounds in search of space, for all prisoners of this delicious eternity.
We inhabit the space between the four musical poles: jagged crystalline structures of rock and complete immersion in oceans of sonic bliss, jewels of spontaneous thought and the eternal recurrence of the riff.
With total disregard for temporal boundaries or spatial constraint, our only reference points are the vast slowness/coldness of the celestial voices, and the mysterious seismic cadence of our dutifully crumbling earth.
Tune in, turn on, and drift restfully into the oblivion of another week…
Note: Optima for reproduction of the auditory phenomena presented on this programme range from setting the audio gain at maximum and disconnecting the speakers versus setting the audio gain at minimum and maintaining the speakers in the circuit. As is customary with other forms of sensory experience, truth lies midway between the two extremes. Or, applying Che Sciagura's maxim to the recurrent problem of decision-making, one may elect to be an ass between two bales of hay or a bale of hay between two asses.
Or, to paraphrase Yusef Lateef, "Do not adjust the playback level on your audio equipment -- readjust your mind."