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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
A lush collection of tracks deep from within the archive i.e. lullabies dedicated to the mischievous midnight-er seeking auditory solace in-between mealz. Tunes by Lemongrass, Salami Rose, Cocteau Twins and many other serendipitous serenades melting at dawn.
Whilst reminiscing on the true meaning of home, we'll conduct a much overdue tarot reading in honor of lady moon's butterfly garden...could you tell how I sang heliotrope petals into your potion?
ingredients: full moon chalice, drizzling duality, sliced pears and honey mustard, the ace of pentacles on channel 9, deja vu my boo, Queequeg's amaranthine memoir is sixteen pages long (woof woof), if you ever need a bite.
Stay until the tail end of our improvised incantations for tracks by CV Vision, Calypso Mama, Phosphorescent and a curious auditory visitation from a familiar filmic gem revealing a prodigious wisdom from decades ago.
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Known for its advantageous persona of a snake radiating in vast arctic skies, the Aurora Borealis is far superior to humans -and in ways which still to this day we find enormously mystifying. Some say that the ends of land and sea are bound by an immense abyss. And, if you listen ever so closely...ancient molecules have been documented to whisper back.
Join us as we procure a quaint midnight session exploring a curious little book; Akasofu's Aurora Borealis: The Amazing Northern Lights. I packed the following: a cloud sandwich, a soft pillow, hot mushroom tea, bubble machine, spooky sunflower spell, and a shēngrì hat for my pet bunny.
Stay until the very end of our monologues for music by Sasha Vinogradova, Passiflorez, The Arctic Chamber Orchestra of Alaska and other songs for levitating accordingly into the milky way.
...(y)our wish has been granted; the Bristly Greenbrier grows alongside each dazzling ember, by chance creating shadow puppets who whimsy across a field of red diamonds.
ingredients: magnificent musical prisms, bougainvillea care-bare binoculars, add banana and cinnamon, bark berry pails, all aboard here-to-stay flames, gallop closer winged lal khargosh, whisper in unison "the Grand Chawhee to win." An additional twirl for the Salmonberry Blossom Pixie and her research partner, Tlingit Kadjuk.
Effervescent tunes by Florist, Puma Blue and other breezy melodies from our ever expanding archive.
Clouds giving way to mainly starry skies, a low of 58° tonite. Wind gusts of up to 22 miles per hour. Amidst estuary-roaming trilliums (of magenta hues), the conjurer is especially shimmering. Descending past the genesis, slowly devoured by vapors. If by chance you require an umbrella while updating your hard drive, well…I was gonna say the same thing.
Observations: Drenched (delicious)! A warm sky swarmed with moths seal their envelopes, beseeching a surrender. The can-elope tree when and where. See also: a fuzzy whirling realm for mugwort enthusiasts (the keeper of dreams has spoken).
Featuring the music of Peter Kraus, Molinder Kaur Bhamra, Explosions In The Sky and a few other exquisite favorites from the archive. Into the eve of my heart shall you soar, my celestial firefly.
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Ingredients: Nejsladší luční harfa, 1 quart of mercy nectar, cha cha beneath the tip-toe, to be honest i wished for a snowy lawn, lamp post piano pond, budu láskou (six tender pumpkin seeds), and yeah pixie dust (was always this pretty).
Welcome to Episode One of Season Thirteen, fellow Venusian...the mighty thread of Babaji's water-wingz go "drip drip". Tunes by Jana Koubková, Petr Novák and others.
During an etching of Twój Dom, your best friend does a somersault. June bloom, a countdown to the eclipse. Your flame or mine, McFly? Hanging off a star in nineteen ninety heart, I look to you and I see…everything. Sacred ingredients: epithalamium, elevator spaghetti, eleven inch earthworms.
A mixtape for lunar twins celebrating the first day ov summer. Featuring nostalgic hymns by The Innocence Mission, Tim Buckley, Ricki Lee Jones and a plentiful supply of whirling ballads for backseat make-out sessions.
Xenophanes and astrologers gather 'round, as we delve into the dawn of an interplanetary phenomenon. Your request for reports on celestial forecasting have been gently transcribed. Join us as we talk a little bit about love while fluttering around the greenhouse. Collapse and collide in a pile of cassette tapes, if you happen to get thirsty.
We’ll also recite memories from a willow tree and explore Toulon & Goodfield's The Fabric of the Heavens: The Development of Astronomy and Dynamics. Soft destinations spawned from cinnamon tend to dream of underwater sock drawers with blue eyes.
Featuring tunes by Cosmic Echoes, Peel Dream Magazine and Bennie Maupin.
On June 4th of the year 1639 planet Venus drifted across the Sun. This happening occurred seven times since that miraculous day. Crowned only by majestic passages, velvety vignettes invite vegetal affections. O! Let me pick nasturtiums from out your hair. The avalanche is sweet, a fluttering discourse for rainbow-tongued moths.
In other wor(l)ds...blushing blossoms require certain pataphysical beats. So, if you're in the mood for working in the greenhouse -push play. Or, pardon me but this Thursday night mixtape is guaranteed to last a lifetime. Tango z nektarem?
Musical escapades by Mina, Magnum, John Tropea, Masahiro Sugaya and quite a few others.
Yellow string around a ring; for the sphinx enjoys eating feathers at dawn. Whilst infiltrating numerology during a salty sunrise, Luna found herself mirroring Dorothy's ice lolly trick. Under a glass bell such incantations echo through her bones. So tease your television set with snow boots for byte-sized recalibration. 8:01pm, just seven minutes shy of the eclipse, why darling that's not very far from yesterday.
Translation: Bedtime stories for sea dwellers with an insatiable appetite for pixie dust. Tunes by Blue Magic, Zacciah, Wilco, Trembling Blue Stars and many other songs insinuating transcendental boogies.
Class is in session —and so we shall summon first the sweet tooth of the Baltimore Oriel. As a clumsy world vanishes we paint sunbeams onto our torsos. Make sure you’ve brought along your bag of tangerines. Add 12 oz of honeysuckle, Zuni Mountain lava, and a dash of enthusiasm. Storm-watch hiccups included.
Translation: the feast is about to begin. We'll reveal our favorite recipe for making homemade grape jelly, reminisce on mythological tales of how the hummingbird got its color, and explore as to why turkey feathers are crucial charms for the afterlife. But, why is this episode such an essential interlude into the history of our program itself? You’ll have to tune-in to gain access to the philosophy section, fellow Venusian.
Sultry jazz and hypnotic nostalgic tunes by Phat Dat, George Benson, Takeshi’s Cashew, Les Sons du Cosmos, and quite a few other phantasmagoric vocal visionaries set aflame upon the sea.
Welcome to the first week of spring, fellow Venusian. Might a promising shadow reflect the fiery spores of our inner-most monologues? Fuchsia shaped syllables, Peruvian lilies, and a little Goethe calms those fertile floodplains.
What about modern-day hieroglyphs, though? Which elements of our day-to-day evoke sacred etchings in stone, that perhaps project a glimpse into our past. Teaching us about who we were many moons ago...a reflection of our ancestors, or as the Egyptians referred to as "the god's words". We also include updates to our most recent botanical explorations in the greenhouse, and recommend a few local plant shops.
Tunes by Dorothy Ashby, Stereolab, and Labri Siffre.