I am way into March Madness as I write this, constantly breaking to check in on the games. Who will win? Tomorrow Never Knows...uh, uh.. ha ha ha...good one there.
If tomorrow never knows, then today knows? And yesterday always knows? or knew? Future, present, past. It all merges together here in a big psychedelic daydream. Drums and bass lay down the groove, weird screechy birds swoop around, play everything backwards, John sounds like he's flying all around us in a state of pure cosmic energy. We could be in prehistoric times running around with dinosaurs, or cruising through another galaxy in a rocket, or in a comfortable room at home. It's all about turning off the chatter and letting our minds wander around. Listen to the colors.
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