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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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!