The wrestling match is and over and you can't remember who won. A mellifluous vibration lifts you out of bed. As you slide your feet into your woven slipper; you can feel all the the strands, all the patterns within patterns taking shape and form. The ease settles in as the wind plays with your curtain. You saunter towards the window and you finally see it. You try to touch for distance has lost its meaning.
Tycho is a musican and graphic artist that hails from San Franscisco. I've fallen in love with this music. He sounds like a poppy more accesible Boards of Canada. Tycho serenades you with a dreamlike prehistoric soundtrack where when all things where in raw elemental form. Check out his website. Support this Artist.
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