The final version of this track: When escaping events that are falling apart, be leery of strangers offering gifts - particularly when they look like something out of Children Of The Corn and they offer to lob you into orbit with a giant catapult…

A well of thoughts continues, but who is it dreaming in the white room? Midnight has drifted away, and we're headed towards the dawn of the next day.

I could not turn off certain synthesizers while I was programing this one, so I kept it as it was. Desperate sounding, I thought.

Minor 7ths and synthesizer saxophones.

Minor 7ths and synthesizer saxophones.

The first track begun, the last one finished. My attempto write a techno-middle eastern fugue!

I believe the recording in the background is from a spy station. The other is a Spanish sonnet.

The moodiest of my attempts at writing music using programming instead of composing on manuscript.

Aural and astral travel to fabled lands and back.

Tartessos (possibly the "Tarshish" of the Bible) was a fabulous city in Southern Spain that the Greeks and Phoenecians often visited. I wanted to evoke a sense of adventure.