After a stack of heavy pancakes, we should air things out a bit. We will therefore take a leisure trip into the cosmos of drifting galactic dreams, the mind of the furthest star, the sea of electric time...gently floating in a soundscape from the album Soma, by Steve Roach and Robert Rich.
Touch. Relaaaaxxxx. . . . .this is the kind of music I imagine I would hear on radio station W-KOMA at Rancho Relaxo.
Guitar slowly picks out a mellow series of notes. Some long range reverb applied liberally. All just hanging there in the sky.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...nothing....from nothing...leaves nothing....nuhthing...nuh...nuh...numb. numbthing. hum. ring. saturn. some space goddess drawing that reminds me of Edgar or Johnny Winter.
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