When I was a kid, I secretly liked my many allergies and occasional colds because it meant I got to have cold medicine. The ensuing loopiness was at once a dry run for the pharmacopeian dimension of early adulthood and also a weirdly satisfying recline into level of consciousness untroubled by neurosis or hurry. Battling this last weekend of heavy allergies (I blame that damn Irene for putting all kinds of subterranean gunk into the air) brought me back to that state. Here's a tune for that kind of dreaminess. Don't even think of hating on that saxophone!Tuxedomoon - Atlantis
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