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Class is in session —and so we shall summon first the sweet tooth of the Baltimore Oriel. As a clumsy world vanishes we paint sunbeams onto our torsos. Make sure you’ve brought along your bag of tangerines. Add 12 oz of honeysuckle, Zuni Mountain lava, and a dash of enthusiasm. Storm-watch hiccups included. Translation: the feast is about to begin. We'll reveal our favorite recipe for making homemade grape jelly, reminisce on mythological tales of how the hummingbird got its color, and explore as to why turkey feathers are crucial charms for the afterlife. But, why is this episode such an essential interlude into the history of our program itself? You’ll have to tune-in to gain access to the philosophy section, fellow Venusian. Sultry jazz and hypnotic nostalgic tunes by Phat Dat, George Benson, Takeshi’s Cashew, Les Sons du Cosmos, and quite a few other phantasmagoric vocal visionaries set aflame upon the sea. Support the show

Welcome to the first week of spring, fellow Venusian. Might a promising shadow reflect the fiery spores of our inner-most monologues? Fuchsia shaped syllables, Peruvian lilies, and a little Goethe calms those fertile floodplains. What about modern-day hieroglyphs, though? Which elements of our day-to-day evoke sacred etchings in stone, that perhaps project a glimpse into our past. Teaching us about who we were many moons ago...a reflection of our ancestors, or as the Egyptians referred to as "the god's words". We also include updates to our most recent botanical explorations in the greenhouse, and recommend a few local plant shops.Tunes by Dorothy Ashby, Stereolab, and Labri Siffre.Support the show

The written word cradles the reader into an unknown universe. But what's it really like working in bookshops? Come explore a candid glimpse into the past as we reminisce on the preservation of the literary realm (circa 2012 and beyond). From speech impediments to retail blunders, celebrity sightings, and the definition of true kahm-uh-rahd-uh-ree in the workplace. Dust bunnies for miles! Nietzsche's troubled bowel movements interpreted as poetry? Stay until the very end of our monologue for the usual delectable mixtape, to help catapult you into the arrival of spring.Support the show

Wet your beak in the stream -Tomoko Tsuyama approves of this specific type of photosynthesis. Hypnotized by the whirlwind or, unraveling an echo? Faces called flowers reminisce beneath a blue sun. Polychromatic weather = inexhaustible hieroglyphs. Don't forget your lucky scarf.Translation: A mixtape for luminescent mornings or flapjacks at midnight! Twirling tunes by Miharu Koshi, Joe harvey-Whyte, Aquarian Dream, The Cosmic Tones Research Trio, and Claudja Barry.Support the show

Valentine's Day is just around the corner, so we’ve come to conclude that preparations are at hand. Sew your lucky sparrow wings onto the shoulders of your huney. But don’t stop there…paint circles at the very bottom of your toes and, gather your musical artillery. Just in case that magic moment takes place. Join us here at the station for our first episode of Season 12, fellow Venusian. We'll briefly go helicopter hunting from above the apple tree orchard, and catch a glimpse of some low-lying clouds. Might you harvest your hiccup-flavoured violets by the river? It’s time to get all sorts of snugly with your one-and-only, as we fall into a swoon; shivering ever so achingly into the heart of some seriously romantic tracks. Whispering reveries take flight along to tunes by Maja Lena, Mike Cooper, Anna Thalbach, The Knife, Josephine Foster, Extreme and other shimmering serenades straight from outer space.  Support the show

Class is in session. And, while you finish humming along to your jellyfish sandwich we shall explore J. Robinson's Ferns In Their Homes & Ours (circa 1878). We'll also conduct a heavy dose of research in the field of hypnotism. Ring the bell twee times if you're seriously sloppy about those honey covered sand-worms.Translation: Welcome to our first episode of 2026! It's here we'll summon the rites of spring. If you're getting nervous, chew on a balloon while counting your paper-cuts. Glazed beneath the sun and emerged from their cocoons, cotyledon's embrace the potentiality of embryonic synthesis.Musical escapades by Miriam Hruskova, Waldemar Matuska, Dr. Buzzards Original Savannah Band, Firefall, The Fugs, Tom Waits, Go Kurosawa and a dozen other mind-numbing vocal visionaries.Support the show

Once upon a time it was the end of the year. This being the case you deserve a break from your usual boring holiday -won't you join us for our final episode of 2025? We'll reminisce amidst the spectacular vortex and snuggle beneath cardboard mistletoe.Weather reports, updates to our greenhouse and recommendations for delivering acts of kindness are included. On the search for interplanetary strategies for igniting the flames of sanctuary? Shimmy thrice if you'd like some sticky rice with your carrot cake. Delicate hints of geranium and ylang ylang fill the night air. Musical interludes by Yoichi Murata, Brenda Kane, Hector Berlioz, Alain Goraguer, Zdenek Dvorak, Cara Stewart and many other falling stars from our archive.Thank you for a beautiful year on the air, fellow Venusian!Support the show

The full moon has hatched, but don't be afraid...thee Oncidiums doth tumble steadily, smiling in a sense, drenching your pockets with their vanilla scented sludge. But words cannot express rhythmic visions for the orchid club hunters -clear skies tonight...although not for long. A massive cold front approaches so get out your umbrellas and join us wandering disciples of such a sacred endeavor. Into the swamp we shall go: deciduous specimens loosen the petals i.e. tunes by some of our most delectable additions to the archive, bellowing their lamentations straight unto your third-eye. Support the show

Wild is the wind; a conjurer who descends and devours the chrysalis. Slither past the midnight hour with a belly full of starfish, why don't you? December is just around the corner so its best to prepare your senses…beseeching a playlist that may summon a crisp and crunchy solstice. Surrender beneath the setting sun if you so choose. Translation: Welcome to episode #117 -which comes in a flavour that may require goggles. But if you're still thirsty, add seaweed. Tunes by The Slaps, D'Swooners, Plums, The Innocence Mission, Sea of Lettuce and others. Sneak peeks with blushing paper cheeks admire the afterglow. Support the show

Reel-to-real tape recorder feeds predict the weather. What are the best methodologies for falling into a slumber beneath your windowsill? Try capturing storm clouds as humidity levels gain speed. In other wor(l)ds, join us for a post-rainy day collection of velveteen ballads by bands such as Triptides, Holy Wave, Levitation Room, Sundots, Lena Raine, and others. Don’t change that dial as it ain’t too good to be true -our usual Sunday night mixtape has arrived early, just for deux.  Support the show

Welcome to your Sunday night mixtape, dear Venusian. Tonight the planets align just in time for your frolic into the passiflora's aura —where we conduct recitations from a handful of books from our archive while finishing up a late breakfast.If you get dizzy, redial the illuminated syntax on the patio (egg, larvae, pupa). Serpentine jewels grant infinite wishes by chanting. Blackberries go "bleep bleep" in the bike lane. Windblown petals, hot acorn tea and primrose in the hawthorn trees.Stay until the very end for hypnotic tunes by Anagrams, Fad Gadget, Luke Sanger, Chris Doerk, Cafe Spa, Petra Müllejans & many other fireside favourites.Support the show

A whirling realm for nostalgia fiends -the broom closet was painted with permanent-rose hues. Possibly containing: a jelly-like substance (down the isle of lotus seedlings). An adored azure moon stuffs her pockets with hiccups. Once atop the self-pollinating balloon machine, colour me in; the vessel is about to burst. Tender sails with fiery faiwy-tailz hold hands beneath a ceiling fan. Hee(a)ling back the layers, so bring your lucky hanky.Episode #114 includes recitations from our latest field studies, updates down at the station, and the sorting through of a few quintessential television commercials. Tunes by Bartosz Kruczynski, The Willowz, Broadcast and a dozen other wandering whisperers. Welcome to your Sunday night mixtape, fellow Venusians.Support the show

As the sun sets in the west, drift into a labyrinth of serenades led by the Chamrosh and his red-bellied companions. Featuring music by Dalida, Gede Yudis, Wand and other tunes designed for a lazy train ride at dusk. After you microwave your sweet potato fries, add twelve beetles and the necessary mineral supplements. Two-step in the snow, glue low-lying leaves onto your feet. If you get feathers in your mouth, gargle with bells and trumpets.Support the show

Weather reports and waxing crescent premonitions: if you howl at the moon through the belly of a guitar, access may be granted to the philosophy section. Join us as we address our top go-to spooky films and indulge in breakfasting habits; add one ounce of butter and crocodile eyeballs. Do you get a little lightheaded when you chew on a balloon? Don't forget to blow your nose into a rose before you stratify your seeds. Holiday shipping updates & reminders are included~Tunes by Hey Cowboy, Dennis Korn, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, The Phi-Psonics, Yuja Wang, Óskar Guðjónsson, Witch and quite a few others. Shimmy twice if you wanna be nice.Support the show

Do stones write poems? Just ask the twining roses who whisper Polish hauntology at the bend of the river. Making friends with the wind isn't so difficult, once you empathize with the linguistic roots from whence she casts her vapours. By the hand of the sphinx and the stars many dwellings, as the spiderweb spans the chasm with great appreciation.Translation: The second week of October has begun, so build your pyramid on the moon and join us for recitations from Fernando Pessoa's 'A Little Larger than the Entire Universe' [translation by Richard Zenith]. Spitballs stick to the ceiling as we settle down into a mysterious reading from a well-known illustrated classic, offering a tender interlude for all ages.Stay until the very end for hypnotic tunes by Etnobotanika, The Black Skirts, Damdamgugu, Lynda Dawn, Airiel, James Quinn, Jay Som and quite a many bewildering hymns from the archive. Welcome to Season 11 dearest Venusians.Support the show

A study guide for word-hunters!Hold on tight to your mechanical pencils. But, don’t forget the stock up on dolabriform larvae beforehand. “I’ll eat the entire bag shortly here”, said the dodecandria feathering the wheels. Brumbee Brumby? Just in case you’re looking for multiple ways to say perspiration. Adverb: caterpillar dolcemente. In other words -join us for our last episode of Season 10 as we recite achingly lovely words with extraordinary definitions…from an ancient dictionary circa 1936. We’ll also drift down the channel of holy excerpts from the QPB Dictionary. Our playlist features Jazz exotica and ethereal tunes by Phi-Psonics, Carla Bley, Balthvs, and many others.Support the show

Welcome to your Tuesday night mixtape, just in case you require an extra boost of euphoria to get through the week ahead. Observations and recitations feature a glance into a curious book from 1928, exploring the research of F.F. Rockwell and his practical prognosis on preparing one’s dream rock garden. Sympathetic stones flavored purple (upon their perocity) encourage thirsty roots to charm their way toward the Galanthus. Fertile foliage, Chinodoxa in partial shade. Two excitable pomegranates also make an appearance. We’ll close our studies off with an excerpt from one of Karl Marx’s love letters circa June of 1856. Stay until the end for sultry disco tracks, with a delicate 90's interlude betwixt the inevitable...sleepwalking into the heart of Iceland's Múm. Silken serenades also include tunes by The Drifters, Ottawan, Patty Pravo, Technotronic and other naughty nostalgic nocturnes.Support the show

Just our luck, an overnight thunderstorm brings about a plethora of dreamy tracks to help guide your hands towards the cookie jar. The starlight-induced speakeasy also serves cloud flavored pizza bites. A UFO sunflower seed blossoms proudly amidst atomic kittens with superpowers.Melancholy tunes by The Red House Painters, Jade Warrior, Vincent Gallo, Wet Leg, Townes Van Zandt and many others. Welcome to your rainy day mixtape, darling Venusians, get cozy now.Support the show

Tune in for spontaneous confessions and sugary spoilers, nostalgic two-steps, and a film recommendation that mirrors a little-known Polish track from the 1960’s. Crank up your motor, seed beds are humming, do the rain dance. Playing telephone in the honey field while singing in traffic allows for one’s worries to rest in the arms of a waltz —or, the bewitching collaboration between Laplante & Ravel. We cast another spell. Featuring the majestic musika ov Helena Vondráčková, George McCrae, Thee Sinseers, Nala Sinephro, Alice Phoebe Lou, Jesse Green, Francis Lai and other splendid poets reuniting beneath the very last beams of that sweltering summer sun.Support the show

Soaring splendors display violet pathways at dawn. Did you draw feathers on your calendar yet this week? Watch your wings turn into bubbles, soul into swirls. Windblown hymns tumble gently into the rapture, vibrations exalted for lunar growth and capture.Joins us for a night-owl mixtape to help celebrate the recent eclipse, or -simply stream us while your bagel's snug as a bug in the oven. Let the cream cheese melt a little (before you take a bite). To help nourish your inner tiger, alphabetize your library.Featuring tender serenades by Evgeny Grinko, Jesse Green, Gorillaz, Yehezkel Raz & Sivan Talmor, Oisin Ruiz, Modern Talking and other soaring nymphs with exceptional vocal prosody. Support the show

Major chord epiphanies during a thunderstorm liberates the latches, which entails I might have to add a little powdered sugar to my curry. When unexpected visitations from a curious ladybug follows my lead, I let the record play a second time. Searching for gators, rinse and repeat. It's a soft deal, lean back into the sky -the garage sale accepts cash so suckle your seatbelt. "Zwoooosh!" That’s exactly the sound a horse makes. Other confessions -I got my hair kissed by a tree while sorting through a box of rhinestones.Stay for the absurdist monologues, inhale slowly...our extended playlist features music by Elly Vilhjalms, Rhone, Baseball Gregg, Uschi Brüning, Count Basie, Borne, Deuter and an endless supply of other blossoming balladeers.Support the show

The end of August has arrived, so join us for morning movie meanderings at an altitude of 8.97 degrees above the horizon. Is something burning? It's my equatorial telescope! Sleep in, it's your density. I mean -your destiny. Hexapods, prehistoric paper kites, windshields made of dust, delirious caterpillars, nostalgic ephemera i.e. a mixtape for migraines. Rootabaga rumba come and get your thunda.Featuring some furiously wicked tracks by Umami, Digital Ram, Georgia Gibbs, A Car That Swims, Chyp-Notic, Maya Filipič, Oliver, Bjork, and quite a few other muses from the eternal dawn.Support the show

When tomorrow becomes today, can you go where you've never been? Only with the assistance of a mysterious old stone whose history is etched into a tale hardly told. Join us as we read an excerpt from a collection of short stories edited by Andrew Lang circa 1894; The Yellow Fairy Book (an edition released in 1966). At the edge of the forest you'll find a late summer serenade and an old VHS tape with commercials from the early 2000's.Bewildering tunes by Damdamgugu, Ross, Soombee, Lee Jun Hyung, Habibi and other astonishing concrète recipes.Support the show

Welcome to your Sunday morning mixtape, fellow Venusian. In a land, there's a town -where the post office is open seven days a week beneath a dancing moonchild. Featuring celestial hymns and Italian ballads by MINA, Chriss, Khemistry, and Psychic TV.Support the show

There's a new sun rising. Ring the bell, we can see the horizon (it appears pyramid shaped) beside the river where we harvested the diplacus.Make a wish then make a list. The final distance has passed, viagem ao fundu de mim. Glory to the magnifying glass club. Sounds go through muscles, cells are activated, slip-n-slide reminiscing. Elevated archive for headphone fanatics. Is this…??Translation —as the end of summer approaches, it's time to say farewell to regrets and activate the senses. Knock-knee'd nuances override the zephyr. Stay until the end of our monologues for tunes by Kanguru, Triangulum, Sudden Sway, Pablo Casals, Elis Regina and many others to keep you company on laundry day. Support the show

Beneath a slumbering sun's sacred reprise, recitations from the book ov life take shape —where persimmons taste like stripes and that cheeky 405 offramp leads to the college of hypnotherapy. You’re not delusional, those bicycle wheels are pleasantly floppy -alas, I couldn’t recall where I parked the jalopy.Welcome to Season 10!! Won’t you join us for our 100th episode? It’s hard to believe we’ve come this far. It’s true, we’ve been busy relocating the archive to our new recording studio, and appreciate your devotion to the program.Stay until the very end of our monologues for some soothing summertime tunes tumbling down in yon forest: Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong, Dara Chom Chan, Hawkwind, Ivan Mladek, Yo La Tengo, Cocteau Twins and Hiroshi Yoshimura.Support the show

Ingredients: The fantastical history of a mysterious water-meadow in Germany. Summoning of the Emperor Dragonfly. Visitations from 8 legged creatures share valuable insights. Watching from the windowsill, ready for the fever dream to come true. Featuring tracks by Mason Lindahl, Babe Rainbow, Joanna Brouk, Crosby Stills Nash & Young, Fontella Bass, Howard Jones, and The Cigarettes.Support the show

That which you saw glimmering inhabits slow-cooked soliloquies for lucid dreamers. This happening allows for velvet bellied hummingbirds to burst from their habitat. Scully, it's me. Niektórzy lubią ostro? Stay until the very end of our monologue for tunes by Dominique Frontiere, Habibi, Virna Lindt, Mamalarky, Lill Babs, Alfred Newman, and other particularly haunted hymns from the archive.Support the show

Ramblings amidst an endless stack of books makes for particularly lucid moments; imperfections woven by eternity. The use of precious stones for airships in Vienna circa 1709 mark the great procession.Translation: we'll be reciting excerpts from Fernando Pessoa's work, dive into a bit of gemology, and conduct an experiment in German. Might these transitory fevers saturate your third eye...there's a possibility you'll be capable of blowing bubbles from out your Svadhisthana.Soothing tracks trembling with dewdrops by Susumu Yokota, Hania Rani, Nils Frahm and other breezy soundscapes from the archive.Support the show

Join us for an unscripted Sunday afternoon interlude, to help catapult you into the very last week of spring. We'll unabashedly confess to methodologies for surrendering to your higher vibration, while reminiscing on puppy dog tales and a few filmic splendors. Ingredients also include updates to the shop, such as our magnificent rose and ylang ylang fragrance that's about to crash-land on our website. If it all sounds too good to be true, you're probably just in need of some reassurance from Venus. So give yourself permission...knees abaft! The accidental marvelous awaits.Stay until the end for the usual zwitschermelodies by Marie Rottrova, Orchid Mantis, Witch, Cocteau Twins, Lulu, and other glorious goons who haunt the airwaves. Support the show

Offerings for the food gods during their path of orbit. The antenna blinks/winks while chewing on a bag of finely sliced eggplant, with a heaping spoonful of gorgonzola cheese. On the search for recipes to warm your heart as it drifts into the end of spring? Look no further, we've got you covered. From a spicy squash curry, to a splendiferous gluten-free pizza pie, we have come to infiltrate the airwaves with a dash of mashed potatoes on our chin. Stay until the end of our discussion for a delectable current of tracks from our archive, such as tunes by Sinn Sisamouth, Pure X, The Chico Hamilton Quintet, Sonny & The Sunsets, Robin Hitchcock & The Egyptians, The Flaming Lips, and quite a few others. Welcome to your Tuesday night mixtape.Support the show

Get out your notebooks and tune-in for your weekly dose of meridian adjustments, weather-watching witches, and curious perspiring limes. We'll also recite a few essential reflexology exercises from The Foot Book: Healing the Body Through Reflexology, by Devaki Berkson (circa 1977). Stay until the end for cinematic serenades and shoe-gazing tunes from Animal Ghosts, Nino Rota, Sugar Belly, Soft Blue Shimmer, and many others. Welcome to your Tuesday night mixtape, dearest Venusians.Support the show

On breakfasting habits, self-sabotage, parrots of sinister origins, and updates to the shop. We also decided to try something slightly different for this episode. So, we chose not to include a playlist -as it's always best to experiment with new methodologies. Especially now that our Trichostema lanatum has blossomed. Psst the rumors are true...we're setting up our antiquarian bookshop again this summer, so stay tuned for those specific details. I didn’t choke on any juniper berries this time around, in case you’re keeping track. Support the show

A special Monday night mixtape for all you lovers out there. Harness the power of the planet Venus, before dawn eclipses amidst a hazy sky. Fill your palms with dandelions. Count the moths on the ceiling amidst the first blush of such a forenoon. Acute swelling of ants and bemused sweat, your eyes like the hum of a tiger in the warmest of honey. Radio waves cast a relentless spell, echoing off your moon roof; pseudo-Japanese pop, dreamy symphonic grooves and a melancholy dirge or two. Step out of the ashes. Sleepwalk with Japanese beetles.The end of spring is approaching, dearest Venusians -let's set the pace for thee Aurora flavored rain-dance that's yet to grace your peripherals. Don't forget to wear yellow socks with your flip-flops, for good luck of course. Featuring tracks from Hiroshi Yoshimura, Joy Electric, Bonnie Guitar, Jade Warrior, Alisha Chinai, Yamasuki, and many others. Support the show

Heraldic birds of monstrous requests do the twist in the direction of a marshmallow sky. Blink three-times if you seek refuge in Beatrice's clamoring conditions -as we offer recitations of Herman Hesse's DEMIAN. We'll also reminisce on a recent lucid dream spell, conduct an ode to mothers, and confess to other embarrassing epiphanies.Stay until the very end for dreamy tunes by Ljupka Dimitrovska, Shin Joong Hyun, Ghost Orchard, Red House Painters, Speakerhug, Gabi Novak, and many more sweet songs from the archive.Support the show

Welcome to your Monday night mixtape. For our first episode of Season 9 we decided to keep it simple and offer up some of our most delectable tracks from the archive. Carry yourself from the edge of the deepest mountain and surrender to the musings of your own sanguine opus. Wiatr słucha, wiatr jest senny, tak jak ty.Featuring tunes from Cocteau Twins, Sachio Fujioka, Ultraflex, Mammal Hands, Barbara Lewis, Josephine Odhil, and many other bellowing alchemists.Support the show

It’s the tail end of April and the deluge has spoken. Join us as we stumble through our plentiful seed collection, stir the political pudding, sleepily recite lucid dreams, and make recommendations from an essential stack of VHS tapes. Of course, we’ll include updates to the shop and expand on our recent extracurricular projects. Knees abaft, flooded streets, lonely bees gone bonkers for bluebells, and messages from bone-munching egrets —just in time for our very last episode of Season 8. But don’t fret, fellow Venusians. We promise to continue our monologues, and simultaneously get your wheels set into motion even amidst the stickiest of life’s inherit slumps. Featuring over an hour of tunes from Tobias Picker, Franz Emerald, Stenia Kozłowska, Koshun Nakao, Samla Mammas Manna, and other third-eye-bending ear candy. Support the show

I might have imagined to awaken on a nameless day, a long vowel converted into particles of string. Enter the Ouroboros: A limber nucleus sticks to your brow. Hands made of glass, milken gibberish. But then you ask yourself…what do precognitive dragons have in common with Dream Zoos? Where will Hey, Venus! Radio be in 500 years from now? Es klebt an deiner stirn?Translation: for half a decade now we've been talking your neuroses off i.e. whisking you away by means of delicate tunes and absurdist monologues. That being said —it’s our 5 year anniversary!! We can’t believe it either. And, with 3k subscribers to the program, we just don’t know how to ikˈspres our nevər endiNG ˈɡradəˌto͞od. We hope you'll celebrate right alongside us as we reminisce on breakfast habits, flutter into the abyss, and of course we’ll conduct a multitude of literary recitations from deep within our archive. Stay until the very end for music by Zdenek Liska, Usha Mangeshkar, Dirty Projectors, Les Baxter, and other solemnly omnipresent composers. “…this is getting out of hand!” laughed the salamander, sunbathing beneath Cornelius’ knees. Support the show

The time has come for you to step into yourself, harness forgiveness, and surrender. Opportunities arise from the most curious of places…all you have to do is give yourself permission.Set the pace for activating confidence, in light of this crumbling world before your weary eyes. But don't let your strawberries get soggy along the way. If you take a bite before you make your wish, the spell might just enhance your capabilities for departure. Bring your measuring cup, wenn du dich traust. Tape sounds whirl in the Venusian basement. Episode #87 features velvety visions for euphoria hunters. You'll also need your binoculars for the arrival of the Pink Moon, as we will indeed be conducting a lunar ritual.Stay until the very end for enrapturing tunes by Sopwith Camel,  Shuggie Otis, Pale Saints, and many others from the archive.Support the show

Ja, süßer als Wein  -join us as we explore some unusual words and reminisce about working in bookshops. Float into the abyss with palms full of honey, beneath the cosmic dust of starflower anthems. Don't believe a thing they say -we shall celebrate Zhong Yuan Jie earlier than usual this year (on Hwisprian Lane). Because we all share the same sky...dreaming of salamanders in parallel with dry tongues. An escapade nonetheless, so don’t turn that dial just yet.Serenades by Yves Tumor, Sharam Jey & Night Talk, Blawan, Volodja Brodsky, Heatwave, and a few other haunting hymns from deep within our archive. Welcome to your Tuesday night mixtape, dear Venusians. The echo chamber is leaking. Don't forget to take notes.Support the show

We’ve come to infiltrate the airwaves just in time for the heat-wave, and your most recent tumble into the kingdom of self-reflection. Might the day for once achieve an identity? A breach to the sun. Birth-dayee bluez and perpetual cellophane sink water? Silvery trembling leaves foaming with filigree rust brought forth premonitions (in the shape of dissolved linguistic delights). It’s true, most recently we’ve become re-obsessed with writer Bruno Schulz, and hope you’ll join us as we indulge in some recitations of his most profound works. We’ll also touch on updates around the shop. Prepare your senses for the upcoming whirlwind, dear Venusians, as it’s almost the season of the Taurean.Sultry smooth tunes by Asha Bhosle, Mina, Shigeru Umebayashi, Feinberg & Greenberg, and a heavy dash of Mancini. Support the show

—and the wintry harbinger has eclipsed, but only softly does the equinox consume her; tales ov April's arrival: an enormous everyywhere ov the second flame. Viola puttering in the chamber "I choked on a counterfeit blueberry dipped in curry"....limitless sentiments behind the glass cathedral, displays of an autonomous plural-bird. As a clumsy world vanishes we mumble sunbeams alongside Maryam Guèbrou. Clap your hands, say meow. Fragmented poetry recitations highlight Margarite Stanley's windblown-petal archive, circa 1947. Tracks by Laurence Crane, John Cale, Peter Grudzien, and Mercury Rev. Welcome to your Wednesday night mixxtape, fellow Venusians.Support the show

Do you crave absurdist monologues while laying your eggs into the backseat of a car? Wandering ears onto the surface of a pond. A misunderstood monotreme, by chance, crosses your path. We ask ourselves next, might giving some tongue to the platypus be frightening or delightful?Join us as we wade around the pond, confess a few phobias, and utter an improvised prayer for the dead in a mysterious parking lot. We also answer a listener's email, regarding the process of our program's inner-workings. Swimming in circles...there's no place like home? Midnight on the windowsill.Playlist includes tracks by Emeralds, Irma Thomas, Mayayoshi Takanaka, Gal Gracen, A. Trovajoli, and many others.Support the show

Join us as we kvetch on the more disappointing aspects of life itself, while reminiscing on David Lynch, the lost art of handwriting, and other little miracles. We'll also read excerpts from The Book Of A Hundred Hands by George B. Bridgeman [1920], as well as Horace Kephart’s Camping And Woodcraft: A Facsimile Edition [1917].After diving into our cerebral confessions…we welcome you to your Friday night mixxtape -featuring tunes by Arc de Soleil, Wooden Shjips, Portico Quartet, Cocteau Twins, Ohio Express, Brenda and the Tabulations, and a few other dizzying vocal visionaries from yesterday-land. Ingredients: illusions, twin peaks, hiccups, an imagined eclipse, VHS tapes, bark water buckets, wrists, coral beams embroidered on your tender spiraled collapse, a tongue beyond the tide. Support the show

The anticipation of spring has begun to take shape before our very eyes. What better way to celebrate this happening, than a sneak-peek into what's been blossoming about in our little garden. But our adventure doesn't end there -we'll also dive into some unusual words from our 900 page dictionary circa 1936. So, why is it that the word caterpillar has such a lengthy definition? In what way is the goose barnacle associated with the humble buckthorn? And, what might another word be for cathedral? After our playful discussion, we’ll head into our usual interlude of tunes from the archive, with tracks by Blacktop, Kokoroko, Ben Webster, Mammal Hands, and excerpts from Six Songs for Invisible Gardens. Support the show

She who sleeps to be so very awake. Nameless vibrations takes flight, you blissful awakener. Zufluss? Befriet! Translation: the time has come...for us to get into some Rilke. We'll read from one of our most adored pieces by the infamous poet  -in both English and German, all while sitting beneath a wintry-speckled apple tree. The tides of spring have yet to arrive dear Venusian, which is why we're here to provide you with some analog flavored musings. Welcome to Season 8, by the way.Sultry traxx by The Blackbyrds, Hiroshi Yoshimura, John Cale, Chet Baker (a full set live from Tokyo), as well as tunes by Boards of Canada, Acetone, and many others from our ever-expanding archive.Psst...incase you missed our special Valentines Day episode on Love & Intimacy, check out # 79 "The Embers Ov Zephyrus".Support the show

Hold onto your Hearts, fellow Venusians. We're stronger together, despite the wildfires, unfortunate political landscape -and otherwise. Cos' that's where we come in  -our latest episode departs with a reading from C. Herald's Fairyland of Science, Lecture 7: The Life of the Primrose. Of course, we took a chance recording outdoors during the rapture of the windstorm. We're also joined by Chubs the husky-malamute  -who's got a lot on her mind. Stay safe<3And, stay until the very end of this episode for tunes of pure pleasure, to help get your feet back onto the ground...while surviving this strange arrival of the new year. Nonetheless, we must surrender to the simpler things, such as protoplasm's origins...Du bist du wunderbar, Ludwig.Support the show

Welcome, dear Venusian  -to your Saturday evening mixxtape. There is a universe within each and every one of us, a natural history borne from honey  -and perhaps even…in the backseat of your car. For our first episode of the new year, we decided to move straight to the beats, so you can ruffle your feathers with melodious treats. Sultry traxx by Chapterhouse, Shirley Bassey, Morten Harket, and quite a few others from our extended archive.Support the show

A mixtape for tango strengths; when lightening strikes I'll still be glued inside your heart, at the root of the cinna-bun tree. When the wheels come off, I'll be an astronaut. Reprise for exhumed archetypes in space/back on earth (zeeboop). Auspicious evening birdsong with wings turned toward the eclipse. Quirky pygmy-stains on my pillow, lampshade trembles softly. Extricate the moisture levels, sort through olde emails with glee (toothpaste on your chin hauntings).Support the show

I slept in the field today, the trees built their nest for me. The moths were huge -their wings, determined soundscapes, V-shaped. My knees abaft, innocuous self-accord. Welcome to your Monday night mixxtape -featuring zwitschermelodies by Lil Babs, Nylon, Amorphous Androgynous, Cocteau Twins, and Nina Hagen.Support the show