The written word cradles the reader into an unknown universe. But what's it really like working in bookshops? Come explore a candid glimpse into the past as we reminisce on the preservation of the literary realm (circa 2012 and beyond). From speech impediments to retail blunders, celebrity sightings, and the definition of true kahm-uh-rahd-uh-ree in the workplace. 

Dust bunnies for miles! Nietzsche's troubled bowel movements interpreted as poetry? Stay until the very end of our monologue for the usual delectable mixtape, to help catapult you into the arrival of spring.

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Wet your beak in the stream -Tomoko Tsuyama approves of this specific type of photosynthesis. Hypnotized by the whirlwind or, unraveling an echo? Faces called flowers reminisce beneath a blue sun. Polychromatic weather = inexhaustible hieroglyphs. Don't forget your lucky scarf.

Translation: A mixtape for luminescent mornings or flapjacks at midnight! Twirling tunes by Miharu Koshi, Joe harvey-Whyte, Aquarian Dream, The Cosmic Tones Research Trio, and Claudja Barry.

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Valentine's Day is just around the corner, so we’ve come to conclude that preparations are at hand. Sew your lucky sparrow wings onto the shoulders of your huney. But don’t stop there…paint circles at the very bottom of your toes and, gather your musical artillery. Just in case that magic moment takes place. 

Join us here at the station for our first episode of Season 12, fellow Venusian. We'll briefly go helicopter hunting from above the apple tree orchard, and catch a glimpse of some low-lying clouds. 

Might you harvest your hiccup-flavoured violets by the river? It’s time to get all sorts of snugly with your one-and-only, as we fall into a swoon; shivering ever so achingly into the heart of some seriously romantic tracks. 

Whispering reveries take flight along to tunes by Maja Lena, Mike Cooper, Anna Thalbach, The Knife, Josephine Foster, Extreme and other shimmering serenades straight from outer space.  

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Class is in session. And, while you finish humming along to your jellyfish sandwich we shall explore J. Robinson's Ferns In Their Homes & Ours (circa 1878). We'll also conduct a heavy dose of research in the field of hypnotism. Ring the bell twee times if you're seriously sloppy about those honey covered sand-worms.

Translation: Welcome to our first episode of 2026! It's here we'll summon the rites of spring. If you're getting nervous, chew on a balloon while counting your paper-cuts. Glazed beneath the sun and emerged from their cocoons, cotyledon's embrace the potentiality of embryonic synthesis.

Musical escapades by Miriam Hruskova, Waldemar Matuska, Dr. Buzzards Original Savannah Band, Firefall, The Fugs, Tom Waits, Go Kurosawa and a dozen other mind-numbing vocal visionaries.

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Once upon a time it was the end of the year. This being the case you deserve a break from your usual boring holiday -won't you join us for our final episode of 2025? We'll reminisce amidst the spectacular vortex and snuggle beneath cardboard mistletoe.

Weather reports, updates to our greenhouse and recommendations for delivering acts of kindness are included. On the search for interplanetary strategies for igniting the flames of sanctuary? Shimmy thrice if you'd like some sticky rice with your carrot cake. Delicate hints of geranium and ylang ylang fill the night air. 

Musical interludes by Yoichi Murata, Brenda Kane, Hector Berlioz, Alain Goraguer, Zdenek Dvorak, Cara Stewart and many other falling stars from our archive.

Thank you for a beautiful year on the air, fellow Venusian!

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The full moon has hatched, but don't be afraid...thee Oncidiums doth tumble steadily, smiling in a sense, drenching your pockets with their vanilla scented sludge. But words cannot express rhythmic visions for the orchid club hunters -clear skies tonight...although not for long. A massive cold front approaches so get out your umbrellas and join us wandering disciples of such a sacred endeavor. 

Into the swamp we shall go: deciduous specimens loosen the petals i.e. tunes by some of our most delectable additions to the archive, bellowing their lamentations straight unto your third-eye. 

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Wild is the wind; a conjurer who descends and devours the chrysalis. Slither past the midnight hour with a belly full of starfish, why don't you? December is just around the corner so its best to prepare your senses…beseeching a playlist that may summon a crisp and crunchy solstice. Surrender beneath the setting sun if you so choose. 

Translation: Welcome to episode #117 -which comes in a flavour that may require goggles. But if you're still thirsty, add seaweed. Tunes by The Slaps, D'Swooners, Plums, The Innocence Mission, Sea of Lettuce and others. Sneak peeks with blushing paper cheeks admire the afterglow. 

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Reel-to-real tape recorder feeds predict the weather. What are the best methodologies for falling into a slumber beneath your windowsill? Try capturing storm clouds as humidity levels gain speed. 

In other wor(l)ds, join us for a post-rainy day collection of velveteen ballads by bands such as Triptides, Holy Wave, Levitation Room, Sundots, Lena Raine, and others. Don’t change that dial as it ain’t too good to be true -our usual Sunday night mixtape has arrived early, just for deux. 

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Welcome to your Sunday night mixtape, dear Venusian. Tonight the planets align just in time for your frolic into the passiflora's aura —where we conduct recitations from a handful of books from our archive while finishing up a late breakfast.

If you get dizzy, redial the illuminated syntax on the patio (egg, larvae, pupa). Serpentine jewels grant infinite wishes by chanting. Blackberries go "bleep bleep" in the bike lane. Windblown petals, hot acorn tea and primrose in the hawthorn trees.

Stay until the very end for hypnotic tunes by Anagrams, Fad Gadget, Luke Sanger, Chris Doerk, Cafe Spa, Petra Müllejans & many other fireside favourites.

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A whirling realm for nostalgia fiends -the broom closet was painted with permanent-rose hues. Possibly containing: a jelly-like substance (down the isle of lotus seedlings). An adored azure moon stuffs her pockets with hiccups. Once atop the self-pollinating balloon machine, colour me in; the vessel is about to burst. Tender sails with fiery faiwy-tailz hold hands beneath a ceiling fan. Hee(a)ling back the layers, so bring your lucky hanky.

Episode #114 includes recitations from our latest field studies, updates down at the station, and the sorting through of a few quintessential television commercials. Tunes by Bartosz Kruczynski, The Willowz, Broadcast and a dozen other wandering whisperers. Welcome to your Sunday night mixtape, fellow Venusians.

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