Wake up with the sunrise, pop this in your tape deck, and engage in self-indulgence. This is music to slay the shadows, cleanse your indolent wounds, and catalyze catharsis. Fuck it, buy a banana smoothie and hand it off to the nearest hominid. Remove your socks and build a kite. Walk to work on your hands. Now is not the time to feel indifferent, insouciant, aloof, or cool. It is time to ingratiate yourself with the ranks of heavenly creatures.