I was listening to this the other day while walking through a part of Brooklyn that's simultaneously pretty and bleak. Yep, right alongside the giant construction site where they're building the new stadium. On my right, brownstones and lovely old brick homes; on my right, endless mud and girders. I even found myself standing where Freddy's used to be, the bar we loved and played at so many times. Now it's just an empty spot.
Meanwhile, the sky was overcast but the sun was active. Light was dappling everything, a soft rinse of gray shimmer over the world. And I was listening to this, and it sounded like the finest stoner buddhist chant album in the history of the world.
I was gonna repost, until I realized that the Root Blog link was still good. So, go there and get it. Unless the words "stoner buddhist chant" turn you off, in which case, screw you.
Love, Ero
http://rootstrata.com/rootblog/?p=2790
