Sam Jay

My friend Jack is a political scientist specializing in modern american voting trends. I recently went to visit him while he was staying in the Waldorf Astoria in Chicago. We talked at length about modern politics and the erosion of contemporary intellectualism. Needless to say he was rather glum. As a temporary fix we drank half a bottle of a 50 year Glenlivet and wept at Jacqueline's tears.

My friend Jack is a civil engineer and recently built a dome house that appears as if it is floating. He built it on top of majestic sand dune in Ténéré and he said he was inspired to build a beacon of true, moral togetherness in the desert and it is shaped to appear as a raindrop. He said he was inspired to do so after dreaming of a scarlet petal that fell on to his type writer and then transformed into a brown mule that was owned by Hausa traders. The mule kissed him on the lips and tickled him awake and on awaking under an old oak tree a rain drop fell directly on to his forehead. When I was there in April we listened to this album as the sand whipped into a frenzy and the sky growled with heat. It was quite an experience.

My friend Jack is a submarine pilot and is currently involved in exploring the depths of the New Hebrides Trench. He told me that when all is dark around him in the underwater world of unexplored wonder he listened to this album and on the track Kaleidoscope a creature of such vulgar and hideous description came into his view that he thought he was beginning to hallucinate. He said at that very moment his radio contact cut out and the creature seemed to flow into the cabin with him and swim into his chest. Jack was compelled to dive deeper into the darkness of the ocean trench and said he discovered the most beautiful young woman in a silk robe sat on top of a book entitled the work and mind of Spinoza. She urged him to return to the surface and start a sushi restaurant. So he did and he's become very affluent.

My friend Jack suggested this album to me. He once fell asleep in a yurt in Oymyakon while traveling to find his lost brother. He said that while in the yurt the Piano Concerto No. 2 in C minor was playing on a crackling radio from out in the cold somewhere. He said that night he dreamt that his soul was captured by a Rabbi's daughter who's image appeared to him in an ocean wave that crashed onto the shores of a place that felt like home to him. He remembers that in the dream he was perused by all the past presidents of the united states who's heads were on the bodies of blood hounds. He awoke the next morning and an old man from the village had frozen in the cold and Jack found his brother Percy the next day. He says this album will forever remind him of that adventure.