In the mid-1970s, a force of nature swept across the continental United States, cutting across all strata of race and class, rooting in our minds, our homes, our culture. It wasn’t The Exorcist, Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, or even bell-bottoms, but instead a book called The Secret Life of Plants. The work of occultist/former OSS agent Peter Tompkins and former CIA agent/dowsing enthusiast Christopher Bird, the books shot up the bestseller charts and spread like kudzu across the landscape, becoming a phenomenon. Seemingly overnight, the indoor plant business was in full bloom and photosynthetic eukaryotes of every genus were hanging off walls, lording over bookshelves, and basking on sunny window ledges. The science behind Secret Life was specious: plants can hear our prayers, they’re lie detectors, they’re telepathic, able to predict natural disasters and receive signals from distant galaxies. But that didn’t stop millions from buying and nurturing their new plants.

Perhaps the craziest claim of the book was that plants also dug music. And whether you purchased a snake plant, asparagus fern, peace lily, or what have you from Mother Earth on Melrose Avenue in Los Angeles (or bought a Simmons mattress from Sears), you also took home Plantasia, an album recorded especially for them. Subtitled “warm earth music for plants…and the people that love them,” it was full of bucolic, charming, stoner-friendly, decidedly unscientific tunes enacted on the new-fangled device called the Moog. Plants date back from the dawn of time, but apparently they loved the Moog, never mind that the synthesizer had been on the market for just a few years. Most of all, the plants loved the ditties made by composer Mort Garson.

Few characters in early electronic music can be both fearless pioneers and cheesy trend-chasers, but Garson embraced both extremes, and has been unheralded as a result. When one writer rhetorically asked: “How was Garson’s music so ubiquitous while the man remained so under the radar?” the answer was simple. Well before Brian Eno did it, Garson was making discreet music, both the man and his music as inconspicuous as a Chlorophytum comosum. Julliard-educated and active as a session player in the post-war era, Garson wrote lounge hits, scored plush arrangements for Doris Day, and garlanded weeping countrypolitan strings around Glen Campbell’s “By the Time I Get to Phoenix.” He could render the Beatles and Simon & Garfunkel alike into easy listening and also dreamed up his own ditties. “An idear” as Garson himself would drawl it out. “I live with it, I walk it, I sing it.”

Music To Soothe The Savage Snake Plant

elementos musicais na lente de um cotidiano, através da percepção de um olhar que capta sentimentos longínquos 

santius hacem maris

dois seres herméticos propagando suas sabedorias em ondas fora do plano material 

twins

junção de harmonia e a contemplação da paz que logo se destaca por uma sensação de conexão com as ondas que movem nossos pensamentos, prevalecendo-se a calmaria 

elemento secreto ep. 01

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Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb

new track / recorded today
dl: https://foglake.bandcamp.com/track/almost-fantasy

and maybe i found paradise
a little empathy but never twice
ive been taking lessons on your old advice
its almost fantasy

the suns up and it's never down
ive been kind of worried how this all will sound
give me a awhile and i'll come around
its almost fantasy

my legs are weak and my mouth is dry
ive been taking medicines but not on time
ive been craving company ill never find
its almost fantasy

Fog Lake - Almost Fantasy

Produced by Madlib | Album: Yessir Whatever

Album comes with peel-off cover sticker revealing Quasimoto's guts. 
http://stonesthrow.com/news/2013/04/quasimoto-yessir-whatever

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santius pacem fert

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