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While summoning coaxial spirits of some truly divine records, we spend a lazy afternoon reminiscing on food, family, and a cheeky antiquarian dictionary (circa 1936).

See also: Zygomatic arch. Lepas anatifera; a pedunculated barnacle from which the goose was fabled to have originated. 

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Semi-aquatic creatures disguise themselves as butterflies; with obsidian eyes and a rollercoaster smile. Did you bring your hot glue-gun? 

Ingredients: gardenia petals, pink button stew, spectral silhouettes, fainting phantoms, and...a playful glance at The Witch Head Nebula; an ancient supernova located approximately 900 light years from earth. 

Stay until the end of our spooky sorta' research for a Hallow's Eve mixtape; where we dive into an array of spine-tingling serenades by Ryan Jebavy, Virna Lindt, Johnny Guitar, and many other dizzying songwriters from the heart of our archive. 

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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.

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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.

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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 many other love songs for drifting through euphoria in the midnight hour. 

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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.

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"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 a certain form to our own way of being in the world. 

Return to the womb of sound and explore a labyrinth of the Italian avant-garde. Also includes music by Peter Jenkin and Gede Yudis. Warm up your butternut squash lasagna, for good luck.

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On the menu: passiflora seedling cake, rye bread toasted with homemade lilac butter. Howling through their branches, drawing prisms at the river bed. To drink…rose petal schnapps, strawberry milkshakes. 

A little haunted jazz and ethereal wave to set the mood. Wear bells on your toes if you’re feeling at home…

Dream induced soundscapes include the playfully tender Misha Panifilov, the ever so hypnotizing Mapache slays/sways…and yet clearly lucid are the effervescent piano interludes of little known Okonski. Of course, we’ll feature the work of other fine feathered prognosticators dipping their beaks in the molecular hot sauce. 

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Crimson-blue azaleas fall from above. A strawberry sunset may sound something like this: Goethe’s meadowy monologue circa 1779, soothsayer’s secret universe divine, sparrows spend the nite, bending-time, fluffy hair’d coworker, the palace overlooks the sea (ninth song on the moon). 

Melodious incantations include compositions by meka, Patrick Watson, Henryk Górecki and other soundscapes surrendering to Babaji’s petunia garden.

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Where embers are set aflame and feline daisies bare ones name. A magnetic echo-chamber; the luminous metaphor, drenched in a thundering troposphere, inhaling enigmatic reveries, an ancient language for pollinating hiccups. Or, cosmic incantations for those sleepless September nights at the river of celestial perseverance.

Stay until the very end for velvety tunes by Natasza Zylska, Hareton Salvanini, Brooklyn Express and many others. 

Welcome to your Friday morning swoon session, dear Venusian.

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