Sleep With Birds gets the earliest worm
author: Anynot Thinkness
Dude, I fornicated with angels during Sleep With Birds. Y'alls are threading the nest and deciding to stay put there. You're all like "Dude, we built the shit and we're gonna live in its 'Itness.' Comprende, my freng?" And, yeah, me comprende. What happened the other night was I thought I was gonna make it with this girl from my class but she was suddenly like all, "Oh, I'm like not really into it right now," so we listened to your disc instead. And, dude, I had the most inspired sleep. It was like all blue dawn and shit. My sense of it all was, "Hey, this is like a synopsis of child's play, the kind when you're too tired to run around anymore and you're just like all fiddling with primeval doodads on the floor watching whatever your mom is watching on TV." It's that world we inhabit whenever consensus reality fails us. This is music for the first mind, a reminder that spiders are your friend. Spiders, like sleeping birds, epitomize patience. This is music that teaches you how to watch and wait. Sleep With Birds leaves us with the assurance that naps on the couch are worth more than all the world's pleasures combined. And that's a good thing because, dude, that girl still won't sleep with me. But who cares because, yo, I've got the new Amazing Feelings disc. Check it: "Sleep With Birds: It's not a song; it's an installation." That should like be your slogan or some such. You can use it if you want. I'd be totally cool with that. Hey, I can't wait to take another nap! Amen, bro.
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