On breakfasting habits, self-sabotage, parrots of sinister origins, and updates to the shop. We also decided to try something slightly different for this episode. So, we chose not to include a playlist -as it's always best to experiment with new methodologies. Especially now that our Trichostema lanatum has blossomed. 

Psst the rumors are true...we're setting up our antiquarian bookshop again this summer, so stay tuned for those specific details. I didn’t choke on any juniper berries this time around, in case you’re keeping track. 

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A special Monday night mixtape for all you lovers out there. Harness the power of the planet Venus, before dawn eclipses amidst a hazy sky. Fill your palms with dandelions. Count the moths on the ceiling amidst the first blush of such a forenoon. Acute swelling of ants and bemused sweat, your eyes like the hum of a tiger in the warmest of honey. Radio waves cast a relentless spell, echoing off your moon roof; pseudo-Japanese pop, dreamy symphonic grooves and a melancholy dirge or two. Step out of the ashes. Sleepwalk with Japanese beetles.

The end of spring is approaching, dearest Venusians -let's set the pace for thee Aurora flavored rain-dance that's yet to grace your peripherals. Don't forget to wear yellow socks with your flip-flops, for good luck of course. 

Featuring tracks from Hiroshi Yoshimura, Joy Electric, Bonnie Guitar, Jade Warrior, Alisha Chinai, Yamasuki, and many others. 

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Heraldic birds of monstrous requests do the twist in the direction of a marshmallow sky. Blink three-times if you seek refuge in Beatrice's clamoring conditions -as we offer recitations of Herman Hesse's DEMIAN. We'll also reminisce on a recent lucid dream spell, conduct an ode to mothers, and confess to other embarrassing epiphanies.

Stay until the very end for dreamy tunes by Ljupka Dimitrovska, Shin Joong Hyun, Ghost Orchard, Red House Painters, Speakerhug, Gabi Novak, and many more sweet songs from the archive.

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Welcome to your Monday night mixtape. For our first episode of Season 9 we decided to keep it simple and offer up some of our most delectable tracks from the archive. Carry yourself from the edge of the deepest mountain and surrender to the musings of your own sanguine opus. Wiatr słucha, wiatr jest senny, tak jak ty.

Featuring tunes from Cocteau Twins, Sachio Fujioka, Ultraflex, Mammal Hands, Barbara Lewis, Josephine Odhil, and many other bellowing alchemists.

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It’s the tail end of April and the deluge has spoken. Join us as we stumble through our plentiful seed collection, stir the political pudding, sleepily recite lucid dreams, and make recommendations from an essential stack of VHS tapes. Of course, we’ll include updates to the shop and expand on our recent extracurricular projects. 

Knees abaft, flooded streets, lonely bees gone bonkers for bluebells, and messages from bone-munching egrets —just in time for our very last episode of Season 8. But don’t fret, fellow Venusians. We promise to continue our monologues, and simultaneously get your wheels set into motion even amidst the stickiest of life’s inherit slumps. 

Featuring over an hour of tunes from Tobias Picker, Franz Emerald, Stenia Kozłowska, Koshun Nakao, Samla Mammas Manna, and other third-eye-bending ear candy. 

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I might have imagined to awaken on a nameless day, a long vowel converted into particles of string. Enter the Ouroboros: A limber nucleus sticks to your brow. Hands made of glass, milken gibberish. But then you ask yourself…what do precognitive dragons have in common with Dream Zoos? Where will Hey, Venus! Radio be in 500 years from now? Es klebt an deiner stirn?

Translation: for half a decade now we've been talking your neuroses off i.e. whisking you away by means of delicate tunes and absurdist monologues. That being said —it’s our 5 year anniversary!! We can’t believe it either. And, with 3k subscribers to the program, we just don’t know how to ikˈspres our nevər endiNG ˈɡradəˌto͞od. 

We hope you'll celebrate right alongside us as we reminisce on breakfast habits, flutter into the abyss, and of course we’ll conduct a multitude of literary recitations from deep within our archive. Stay until the very end for music by Zdenek Liska, Usha Mangeshkar, Dirty Projectors, Les Baxter, and other solemnly omnipresent composers. 

“…this is getting out of hand!” laughed the salamander, sunbathing beneath Cornelius’ knees. 

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The time has come for you to step into yourself, harness forgiveness, and surrender. Opportunities arise from the most curious of places…all you have to do is give yourself permission.

Set the pace for activating confidence, in light of this crumbling world before your weary eyes. But don't let your strawberries get soggy along the way. If you take a bite before you make your wish, the spell might just enhance your capabilities for departure. Bring your measuring cup, wenn du dich traust. Tape sounds whirl in the Venusian basement. 

Episode #87 features velvety visions for euphoria hunters. You'll also need your binoculars for the arrival of the Pink Moon, as we will indeed be conducting a lunar ritual.

Stay until the very end for enrapturing tunes by Sopwith Camel,  Shuggie Otis, Pale Saints, and many others from the archive.

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Ja, süßer als Wein  -join us as we explore some unusual words and reminisce about working in bookshops. Float into the abyss with palms full of honey, beneath the cosmic dust of starflower anthems. Don't believe a thing they say -we shall celebrate Zhong Yuan Jie earlier than usual this year (on Hwisprian Lane). Because we all share the same sky...dreaming of salamanders in parallel with dry tongues. An escapade nonetheless, so don’t turn that dial just yet.

Serenades by Yves Tumor, Sharam Jey & Night Talk, Blawan, Volodja Brodsky, Heatwave, and a few other haunting hymns from deep within our archive. Welcome to your Tuesday night mixtape, dear Venusians. The echo chamber is leaking. Don't forget to take notes.

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We’ve come to infiltrate the airwaves just in time for the heat-wave, and your most recent tumble into the kingdom of self-reflection. Might the day for once achieve an identity? A breach to the sun. Birth-dayee bluez and perpetual cellophane sink water? Silvery trembling leaves foaming with filigree rust brought forth premonitions (in the shape of dissolved linguistic delights). 

It’s true, most recently we’ve become re-obsessed with writer Bruno Schulz, and hope you’ll join us as we indulge in some recitations of his most profound works. We’ll also touch on updates around the shop. Prepare your senses for the upcoming whirlwind, dear Venusians, as it’s almost the season of the Taurean.

Sultry smooth tunes by Asha Bhosle, Mina, Shigeru Umebayashi, Feinberg & Greenberg, and a heavy dash of Mancini. 

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—and the wintry harbinger has eclipsed, but only softly does the equinox consume her; tales ov April's arrival: an enormous everyywhere ov the second flame. Viola puttering in the chamber "I choked on a counterfeit blueberry dipped in curry"....limitless sentiments behind the glass cathedral, displays of an autonomous plural-bird. As a clumsy world vanishes we mumble sunbeams alongside Maryam Guèbrou. Clap your hands, say meow. 

Fragmented poetry recitations highlight Margarite Stanley's windblown-petal archive, circa 1947. Tracks by Laurence Crane, John Cale, Peter Grudzien, and Mercury Rev. 

Welcome to your Wednesday night mixxtape, fellow Venusians.

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