More None More Sixties

If you haven't already, check out Sitarswami's epic pop-psych compilation posted antecedently [None More Sixties,  April - Ed.]. Since then, he hasn't rested on his laurels - secluded in his private lamasery high in fabled Shangri-La, the internet mystic has labored on the astral plane to create what might be his finest achievement in this earthly form. As usual, he paid little or no attention to the mundane aspects of his task, like tagging the tracks so the the whole thing hung together, or creating cover art, leaving the dirty work to the poor slobs at Th' House O' Foam©.

I interviewed him via Madame Velma at her Temple Of Spiritualness And Garment Repair (Ask About IRS Charity Deductions), here in bosky downtown Las Vegas, NV.

FMF©: Can you hear me, o mystic sage which you are in, like, Tibet or something?
MV: Of course he can hear you. We got 4G here. Whoops.
S: I send you vibrations across the vastness of the cosmos, little grasshopper.
FMF©: Little grasshopper? You talkin' to me?

Sitarswami, yesterday

S: To experience the now, to attain the sublime, this is the goal of the seeker after truth.
FMF©: Whatevs. Kudos on another swell collection, dude, but why don't you tag your fucking tracks like you got a brain in your head?
S: The seeker must clear his mind until it is a mirror for the light of illumination.
FMF©: Listen - have you any idea the amount of work that made for my staff? Eighty-four fucking songs?
S: Find refuge in your heart's eye and-
FMF©: [cutting in] And you still ain't paid me for the last cover what I done.
[line goes dead]
MV: The Mahagururama has ascended to a higher plane. That'll be fifty bucks. No cards no checks.
[FX: cash register]