It’s been 1 week since I floated. My futon feels like a cement block. My body is beginning to close up. I really need to float… I cant wait til Frank gets here to install my tank.
Just so i dont forget all the things I did to this excellent darkwater theme to soup it up:
Normally anything with voice or repetitive rhythm gets ejected from my presence post-haste. Not so with the crafty emmanuel errente, working under the pseudonym in this electronic trip-hop release.
So if I like then, you will too
You gotta be careful with these Latin guys, they will put a little bit of that Cuban jazz flava on ya fo ya know it! And then you are just noddin’ yur hed to tha beat… kid is nice.
Oh my! some hip hop too.. a lil touch of the South Bronx in there… you naughty boy.
Normally anything with voice or repetitive rhythm gets ejected from my presence post-haste. Not so with the crafty emmanuel errente, working under the pseudonym in this electronic trip-hop release.
So if I like then, you will too
You gotta be careful with these Latin guys, they will put a little bit of that Cuban jazz flava on ya fo ya know it! And then you are just noddin’ yur hed to tha beat… kid is nice.
Oh my! some hip hop too.. a lil touch of the South Bronx in there… you naughty boy.
I went to archive.org to grab an old copy of spacetimetanks.com and noticed the Curator’s Choice… and indeed it is.
emanuele errante presents ambient music with a taste for electronics and environment… a truly masterful mix.
I was stressed. Beyond stressed. I was going out of my mind. I grabbed all my clothes and shoved them in a suitcase and drove from Columbus to Chi-town in one day. Thank goodness Spacetime Tanks has been open for 26 years and booked me the same day.
On the first day, when I got into the water, I was struck by how different *I* was from the water. The water was calm, pure and gentle. I was hard like a rock. But then I began to merge, melt, slowly but surely.
The next day when I got in the water, I realized my arms were hunched up chronically to my neck… almost as if I was ever-ready to ward off a violent blow from behind. But over the hour session, this too began to drop away.
The third day was my 4-hour session. My arms began to unroll and I started to trust the tank. Over a 4-hour period I actually began to allow my neck to release.
I did a final 4-hour session on Tuesday of last week. Here my perception began to trust extending out beyond my body… gradually, slowly a few times it happened.