Surfing static. The march of a lunar tide. Kona winds blown from Ursa Minor. Kochab, Pherkad, Yildun. The Little Dipper. The sound inside the tube. Sun-lounger and cocktails, reclined in the eye of a solar wind on an alien beach. Martin Denny gets a love bite from Vampira, scores Plan 9 in an angora sweater. John Beltran hi-jacks the serotonin, gets happy with the Durutti Column`s DMX. Takes Vini dancing. Hosono and Sakuma limbo at a Martian luau where Konono No. 1 land the calypso wedding band gig. Ceremonies on the hour, every hour. The Earth is a moon. The sun, she never sets in a sky as dark as night. Dan Curtin`s “Planetary Origins”. Best Bless, Sleepy Doug Shaw`s “High Life”. Lee Perry gives the Skatalites a shake and Harry Lime`s balalaika mutates to a fly buzzing round the hotel Malabar roof garden. A blue guitar emits sonar blips from the orbit of the last man. A signal in fruitless distress. X-102`s “Rings of Saturn” viewed from a lonely bathosphere. Silent running transcended through imagination and humour.

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