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I merged onto I-5 north, prepared for several

  • I merged onto I-5 north, prepared for several hours of sensory deprivation. Boredom. Flipping through my CD wallet I saw an unlabeled disk I didn't' recognize. Huh. I inserted it

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  • in my Azteak's stereo. The CD made a soft whir as I could barely make out the soft chanting. Was this one my ex's Enigma CDs? Then I heard "ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu!"... huh.

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  • And I was hooked. I loved it. It spoke to me. It was the Mormon Tabernacle Choir doing their rendition of Papua New Guinea tribal chants. It spoke to my soul to hear those white

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  • folks communing with their inner Papuan New Guinean. I stood up and swayed uncontrollably to the intoxicating beat of the wombat drums. Mormons were cartwheeling around the arena

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  • and were periodically snatched up and devoured by flights of pterodactyl-like Ropen, whose luminescent bodies pulsed to drum's rhythms as well. No one seemed to mind much, however

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  • That the left speaker played different music than the right speaker. John Cage was programming twelve radios simultaneously to play different stations.

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  • but they were all synchronized because since the One Ruler had taken over, all stations had the same program. This made John Cage's "Radio Babel" installation subversive.

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  • A rebellion was brewing in the east, the One Ruler was told by his most trusted advisor. "They are being led by a man they call John Cage." The One Ruler peered into the jewels on

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  • The end of his sceptre. He had a vision of John Cage being silent for almost 5 minutes. Then he was relentless. The One Ruler couldn't allow for John Cage to beacon for rebellion.

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  • He would not change the definition of what constituted music! Music without melody or rhythm or harmony? Madness! But before he could do anything about it, 4'33 topped the charts!

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