This is my absolute best boy-Enya impression. Sorry I couldn't do better.

Fans of Holy Grail already know where I nicked this title and do not require this hint. Those who do not appreciate Python probably don't know and will never bother to look for it. Why then did I type this comment? I don't know that! Aaaaaaargh!

Well, it's about Eden. Almost.

OK, perhaps if you listen to this track repeatedly you will arrive at some insight as to why I placed it first. I certainly don't know. The lyrics are obviously about relationships or deep sea fishing off the coast of Antarctica, whichever…

Brought to you by the prime number section of Sagan's novel Contact and by the letters S and T.

If sixteen bonobos sat at sixteen grand pianos and could only play one note each and each knew how to divide the measure into a differing discrete division of time, might it sound a little like this piece? Probably not, but it was fun to ponder.

Live looping with the DL4