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"Personally, I prefer Stevie Wonder, but what the hell. Those cowgirls 
 are always bitching because the only radio station in the area plays 
nothing but polkas, but I say you can dance to anything if you really 
feel like dancing."
-from "Even Cowgirls Get the Blues" By Thomas Eugene Robbins


Hi all
--- In wiardgroup@yahoogroups.com, christopher forgues
<wizardacorn@...> wrote:
> not all of this is ambient, some of it isn't even close. i consider
these "meditative"...
> 
>

hmmmmmmmmmmmm......
this opens up an interesting line of subjective contextual inquiry...

my frame of reference is rooted in my toddlerhood... being lulled
blissfully to a dreams state by the sound of my
still-happily-alive-and-married-after-61-years parents shrieking vivid
curses and profanities at one another.*

i find that any phenomenon can be conducive to a meditative state if 
   placed in a particular perspective. For instance i offer:

dr.Mabuse's old fashioned recipe for making any sort of music ambient
and meditative.

i will illustrate using a television at full volume playing David
Archuleta singing... while backed by a band composed of bored union
studio musicians in Park La Brea California.

You will need the aforementioned television, a very long extension
cord, and a pair of binoculars


step 1 (abientization)
 Using a very long extension cord position the TV(activated and
playing at full volume) in the geographic center of a cleared
agricultural field of at least 131 acres in area. 

step 2 
 walk at a comfortable pace to a point at least 2,800 feet from the
telvision

step 3
 sit down
(this concludes the ambientization of the sound)

step 4 (meditatization)
 watch the television periodically through the binoculars (it is not
necessary, to be able to see the screen, it may even be more desirable
to avoid a full frontal image)... wait until curious carrion birds
alight near the device and make attempts to peck-out the eyes and
other soft tissues of David Archuleta's image.

step 5
  immerse your consciousness in the sublime harmony of the situation


that's we roll out the old alpha waves 'round mabuse manor,

testing Sheriff Mike's boundaries as usual...
;'>
-doc


 *(and their appetite and imaginations for mutual insult still seem
largely unquenched)