So I
went spelunking through the stacks, and the idea was that I’d report
back to you on some weird unheard-of thing I dug out of the cabinet-full-of-CDs
that stands imposingly by the kitchen door, but that wasn’t what happened.
I found some Chicago post-rock instrumental stuff that didn’t do anything
for me, and I found Tcheud by Lama Karta, which is Buddhist chanting,
and that should have done the trick, only I’m all 20th-Century-Make-It-Plain-To-Me
Guy, and if you actually had a recording of the Voice of God, I’d have
to hear it through top-of-the-line studio monitors to really get converted.
I thought about My Bloody Valentine, but I didn’t want pop drone, and
I thought about Long Wires in Dark Museums, but I wanted something
way, way out there. I didn’t want museums: I wanted caves.
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