The interdependence of things on their internal opposition has never been a problem for me. I like to start them out at 125 bpm and just keep building. On the 18th century farmhouse oak dining table no frog eats in silence. Blessed be the slippery cog, the lotus blossoming between the shift-work, the palpable hum that summons vertebrates and invertebrates alike. At the risk of repeating myself - any space is a crawl space if you’re willing to get low. The pond here: murky. The sky: rent-free. It’s great to have you here with us, this is "Aquarium Nights."