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.