Pandered in Whispers
Sadayatana Podcast #68
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The show opens with a track by C.P. McDill in his guise as Ice Guild Kaiser that was released just prior to the show. And then closes with a 78 he recorded for Sadayatana. Thank you C.P. McDill!
Got to play in it's entirety the track that Luís Antero prepared for the show "Sadayatana a Tribute". It will be released later on Buddhist on Fire. Thank you Luís Antero.
Thank you to Luciftias for his track "Dronosphere II". This track was prepared using binaural beat theta brainwave syncronization. I don't really know what this means but it sounds really cool and the music does too. This will also be an upcoming release on Buddhist on Fire.
|00:00||Ice Guild Kaiser||The Nowhere Specialist|
|16:40||Xalm Retribution||No Return Pt.1|
|20:08||Luís Antero||Sadayatana (a tribute)|
|109:27||i AM esper||Explosion Of The Red Giant|
|112:21||My Day is Gone||Final End, Maze's Law|
|120:50||Medicine Man||No Title|
|123:45||i AM esper||Echoes From A Cold Planet|
|125:41||Samsangelswing||Urbanization & Industrialization|
|130:16||Tom Mansell||Following the Trash Dumping Guy|
|131:51||Virgilio Oliveira/GFR||Primeiro Comboionagozelo Do Douro|
|135:06||Nik XaOS||Apocalyptic death machine|
|145:52||KolpakopF||Les eclats d’automne|
|152:42||litmus0001||Elusian Nurture Synthesis|
|154:29||My Day Is Gone||Final End, Doomed Under a Black Haze|
|161:50||Edu Comelles||Plaza del Carmen|
|163:07||Elysium||Devoured By Daemons|
|166:25||Narcotic Noise||Reverse Engineering of Alien Craft|
|172:53||My Day is Gone||Final End, Lie and Silence|
|176:57||Irene West Royal Hawaiians||Kilima Waltz|
And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors’ eyes — a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby’s house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby