Pretty much everything that you see here so far is post-apocalyptic at best. It sometimes feels like the world ended last week and no one realized it yet. But now I think I'm in a losing war with Western Music (and the ones from all directions) and its hard to break the hypnotic shackles. I'm going to travel to Pluto or perhaps a place one can only enter through rips in the fabric of our worlds, where music isn't music at all, but just something to be done for the sake of getting something done. Back when it was to summon hobo gods and pray for good crops of Game Boy cartridges. The issue is GETTING THERE. Can you spare a brother a spaceship?