Head massage

So there I was yesterday on the massage table—hypnotic low light, oils and scents, my head in the little hoop. A half hour of absolute physical peace, even the parts where my muscles were being rolled flat. It would've been perfect except for the hokey, faux ethnic sounds piping in from the little ipod stereo. With so much great ambient music in the world, why shortchange the ears when the rest of the body is having such deep attention lavished upon it? I would've been happy with this exquisite tune on repeat.

Susumu Yokota - Tobiume