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You never seem to know while you are living life just what may become important later, but I have had occasion to recall the times I spent many years ago at Bishop Lake. There was a group of us who spent many a weekend partying under a fractal sun, strumming guitars while the notes danced in the air, getting 'altered' and singing songs. This is a homage, not to that place and time exactly, but to that perfect memory which only exists now, somehow without the day to day worries of the time.
Anyway, if you ever need help sleeping, put this on, I seem to be able to drift right off at around the two minute mark. (I am sure my hard rock friends would have a lot to say about this one, but...well...I do have a mellow side after all!)