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7:04pm. I dreamt about enormous diamond toothed dogs the size of horses. Extracting microfossils found in petrified wood deposits. Migrations. Buried treasure or fast food? It’s funny what happens when you go through old notebooks. Observations: long lost diaries, clusters of moss, elevation of the earth's crust. Moths disguised as monarch butterflies flutter into an improvised monologue. Wicked beats for swooning raccoons included. Support the show

Crowned only by majestic passages, thundering crescendos evoke neptune's visions with bright yellow ribbons; in other words, we present to you a heavy dose of ethereal post-punk orchestral hymns and ambient jazz. A fluttering compendium representing some of our most beloved serenades deep from within the archive. Ingredients: weather updates and crystalline lullabies for flying kites at midnight in the Himalayas. Support the show

Might nostalgic vocal incantations foretell the future of a poet’s humble zakuska garden? Skipping stones as vibrant as his majesty’s bones: dream forecasting by means of cloud-like explorations within the literary works of Valerie Moolman & Marianne Moore. I can has sea kitty; weak in the knees with spoonfuls of breeze & the ocean’s tender sneeze. Stay until the end of our research session for melodious tunes by Girl in Red, Yabby You, Bonobo, Alvvays, Nat King Cole and m...

A collection of shoegaze exotica and ambient jazz for the firefly hunter within. Ingredients: a tumbling marshmallow waltz, flying in your dreams, extra set of keys, magic mirror steam engines. Music by The Sweet Enoughs, Oscar Lang, and an extensive dose of Misha Panfilov. Introducing the work of Wudubeam, The Maseru Imada Trio, and a handful of other exquisite favorites from our archive. Support the show

"Thigh smack. Avowal. Warm. Sweetheart. Ah, lure! Alluring. A jumping rose on satiny breast of satin, rose of Castile. Trilling, trilling: Idolores. Peep!" As I clumsily sketched out the Ulyssian-esque chanting into my notebook, I knew in that moment why Luciano Berio’s album was going to keep me up until the break of dawn. Electronic Music III is forthright and dizzying. The greatest sound-poem ever recorded onto tape? A sound phenomena: the system of arbitrary symbols, through which we give...