Broke ’til the end of the month, I entertain myself by walking, listening to Dennis Wilson’s “Dreamer,” lounging about, watching sunsets. Syd Barrett’s “Octopus” gives me pause. Eyes closed, I meditate in a state of pure sound: elaborate spatializations of the sounds of instruments and voices.
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