Welcome to your Monday night mixtape. For our first episode of Season 9 we decided to keep it simple and offer up some of our most delectable tracks from the archive. Carry yourself from the edge of the deepest mountain and surrender to the musings of your own sanguine opus. Wiatr słucha, wiatr jest senny, tak jak ty.
Featuring tunes from Cocteau Twins, Sachio Fujioka, Ultraflex, Mammal Hands, Barbara Lewis, Josephine Odhil, and many other bellowing alchemists.
It’s the tail end of April and the deluge has spoken. Join us as we stumble through our plentiful seed collection, stir the political pudding, sleepily recite lucid dreams, and make recommendations from an essential stack of VHS tapes. Of course, we’ll include updates to the shop and expand on our recent extracurricular projects.
Knees abaft, flooded streets, lonely bees gone bonkers for bluebells, and messages from bone-munching egrets —just in time for our very last episode of Season 8. But don’t fret, fellow Venusians. We promise to continue our monologues, and simultaneously get your wheels set into motion even amidst the stickiest of life’s inherit slumps.
Featuring over an hour of tunes from Tobias Picker, Franz Emerald, Stenia Kozłowska, Koshun Nakao, Samla Mammas Manna, and other third-eye-bending ear candy.
I might have imagined to awaken on a nameless day, a long vowel converted into particles of string. Enter the Ouroboros: A limber nucleus sticks to your brow. Hands made of glass, milken gibberish. But then you ask yourself…what do precognitive dragons have in common with Dream Zoos? Where will Hey, Venus! Radio be in 500 years from now? Es klebt an deiner stirn?
Translation: for half a decade now we've been talking your neuroses off i.e. whisking you away by means of delicate tunes and absurdist monologues. That being said —it’s our 5 year anniversary!! We can’t believe it either. And, with 3k subscribers to the program, we just don’t know how to ikˈspres our nevər endiNG ˈɡradəˌto͞od.
We hope you'll celebrate right alongside us as we reminisce on breakfast habits, flutter into the abyss, and of course we’ll conduct a multitude of literary recitations from deep within our archive. Stay until the very end for music by Zdenek Liska, Usha Mangeshkar, Dirty Projectors, Les Baxter, and other solemnly omnipresent composers.
“…this is getting out of hand!” laughed the salamander, sunbathing beneath Cornelius’ knees.
The time has come for you to step into yourself, harness forgiveness, and surrender. Opportunities arise from the most curious of places…all you have to do is give yourself permission.
Set the pace for activating confidence, in light of this crumbling world before your weary eyes. But don't let your strawberries get soggy along the way. If you take a bite before you make your wish, the spell might just enhance your capabilities for departure. Bring your measuring cup, wenn du dich traust. Tape sounds whirl in the Venusian basement.
Episode #87 features velvety visions for euphoria hunters. You'll also need your binoculars for the arrival of the Pink Moon, as we will indeed be conducting a lunar ritual.
Stay until the very end for enrapturing tunes by Sopwith Camel, Shuggie Otis, Pale Saints, and many others from the archive.
Ja, süßer als Wein -join us as we explore some unusual words and reminisce about working in bookshops. Float into the abyss with palms full of honey, beneath the cosmic dust of starflower anthems. Don't believe a thing they say -we shall celebrate Zhong Yuan Jie earlier than usual this year (on Hwisprian Lane). Because we all share the same sky...dreaming of salamanders in parallel with dry tongues. An escapade nonetheless, so don’t turn that dial just yet.
Serenades by Yves Tumor, Sharam Jey & Night Talk, Blawan, Volodja Brodsky, Heatwave, and a few other haunting hymns from deep within our archive. Welcome to your Tuesday night mixtape, dear Venusians -the echo chamber is leaking. Don't forget to take notes.
We’ve come to infiltrate the airwaves just in time for the heat-wave, and your most recent tumble into the kingdom of self-reflection. Might the day for once achieve an identity? A breach to the sun. Birth-dayee bluez and perpetual cellophane sink water? Silvery trembling leaves foaming with filigree rust brought forth premonitions (in the shape of dissolved linguistic delights).
It’s true, most recently we’ve become re-obsessed with writer Bruno Schulz, and hope you’ll join us as we indulge in some recitations of his most profound works. We’ll also touch on updates around the shop. Prepare your senses for the upcoming whirlwind, dear Venusians, as it’s almost the season of the Taurean.
Sultry smooth tunes by Asha Bhosle, Mina, Shigeru Umebayashi, Feinberg & Greenberg, and a heavy dash of Mancini.
—and the wintry harbinger has eclipsed, but only softly does the equinox consume her; tales ov April's arrival: an enormous everyywhere ov the second flame. Viola puttering in the chamber "I choked on a counterfeit blueberry dipped in curry"....limitless sentiments behind the glass cathedral, displays of an autonomous plural-bird. As a clumsy world vanishes we mumble sunbeams alongside Maryam Guèbrou. Clap your hands, say meow.
Fragmented poetry recitations highlight Margarite Stanley's windblown-petal archive, circa 1947. Tracks by Laurence Crane, John Cale, Peter Grudzien, and Mercury Rev.
Welcome to your Wednesday night mixxtape, fellow Venusians.
Do you crave absurdist monologues while laying your eggs into the backseat of a car? Wandering ears onto the surface of a pond. A misunderstood monotreme, by chance, crosses your path. We ask ourselves next, might giving some tongue to the platypus be frightening or delightful?
Join us as we wade around the pond, confess to a few phobias, and utter an improvised prayer for the dead in a mysterious parking lot. We also answer a listener's email, regarding the process of our program's inner-workings. Swimming in circles...there's no place like home? Midnight on the windowsill.
Playlist includes tracks by Emeralds, Irma Thomas, Mayayoshi Takanaka, Gal Gracen, A. Trovajoli, and many others.
Join us as we kvetch on the more disappointing aspects of life itself, while reminiscing on David Lynch, the lost art of handwriting, and other little miracles. We'll also read excerpts from The Book Of A Hundred Hands by George B. Bridgeman [1920], as well as Horace Kephart’s Camping And Woodcraft: A Facsimile Edition [1917].
After diving into our cerebral confessions…we welcome you to your Friday night mixxtape -featuring tunes by Arc de Soleil, Wooden Shjips, Portico Quartet, Cocteau Twins, Ohio Express, Brenda and the Tabulations, and a few other dizzying vocal visionaries from yesterday-land.
Ingredients: illusions, twin peaks, hiccups, an imagined eclipse, VHS tapes, bark water buckets, wrists, coral beams embroidered on your tender spiraled collapse, a tongue beyond the tide.
The anticipation of spring has begun to take shape before our very eyes. What better way to celebrate this happening, than a sneak-peek into what's been blossoming about in our little garden. But our adventure doesn't end there -we'll also dive into some unusual words from our 900 page dictionary circa 1936. So, why is it that the word caterpillar has such a lengthy definition? In what way is the goose barnacle associated with the humble buckthorn? And, what might another word be for cathedral?
After our playful discussion, we’ll head into our usual interlude of tunes from the archive, with tracks by Blacktop, Kokoroko, Ben Webster, Mammal Hands, and excerpts from Six Songs for Invisible Gardens.
She who sleeps to be so very awake. Nameless vibrations takes flight, you blissful awakener. Zufluss? Befriet! Translation: the time has come...for us to get into some Rilke. We'll read from one of our most adored pieces by the infamous poet -in both English and German, all while sitting beneath a wintry-speckled apple tree. The tides of spring have yet to arrive dear Venusian, which is why we're here to provide you with some analog flavored musings.
Welcome to Season 8, by the way.
Stay until the very end for sultry traxx by The Blackbyrds, Hiroshi Yoshimura, John Cale, Chet Baker (a full set live from Tokyo), as well as tunes by Boards of Canada, Acetone, and many others from our ever-expanding archive.
Ahoy there, scavengers of love. We're happy to have you join us for an evening of debauchery -Venus the planet and goddess of love shines down onto us...we cannot deny her spell. It's time you prepare your senses for liberating lessons on true love, how to break free of those boring relationship ideologies, and much more.
We'll also explore the purrfect date movies! This is the third installment of our series on love and intimacy, and so we thought to get a head start on our preparations for Valentines Day.
There are a dozen ways to break down the elements of love. But the question itself always remains....must we investigate these components in order to better understand who we love, and why?
Stay until the very end for a steamy 2 ½ hour playlist, featuring tracks by Half Japanese, Innervisions, Teddy & Darrel, Iguanacondos, Jane's Addiction, Cocteau Twins, and many others —you're sure in for a love-sick treat, and we hope your heart doth skip a sultry beat.
Hold onto your Hearts, fellow Venusians. We're stronger together, despite the wildfires, unfortunate political landscape -and otherwise. Cos’ that's where we come in -our latest episode departs with a reading from C. Herald's Fairyland of Science, Lecture 7: The Life of the Primrose. Of course, we took a chance recording outdoors during the rapture of the windstorm. We're also joined by Chubs the husky-malamute -who's got a lot on her mind.
Stay safe<3
And, stay until the very end of this episode for tunes of pure pleasure, to help get your feet back onto the ground...while surviving this strange arrival of the new year. Nonetheless, we must surrender to the simpler things, such as protoplasm's origins...
Du bist du wunderbar, Ludwig.
Welcome, dear Venusian -to your Saturday evening mixtape. There is a universe within each and every one of us, a natural history borne from honey. For our first episode of the new year, we decided to move straight to the beats, so you can ruffle your feathers with melodious treats.
Sultry trax by Chapterhouse, Shirley Bassey, Morten Harket, and quite a few others from our extended archive.
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Welcome to your Monday morning mixxtape. Flood gates flutter without delay. The archaic mist is getting warmer. O! my gawk -sultry spectral tunes by Allen Toussaint, Earth, Deuter, L. Subramaniam, and quite a few other delectable deviants.
Take a bite, the ballet is about to depart from her echo chamber (but not without a few paper cuts). The sorcerer's code ain't no stranger to the vision of the diamond. Fools may rush in, but they practice the alphabet first. Daylight dub in the lotus garden proves astronomy to be divine, as Isis calms Osiris with Vaclav's lekorice dance du ventre. *69 will bring you back to me, as Frankie does the twist with Aurora (a tulip in both their sweaty palms). Do the diaspores take the milky way express?
Welcome to your Saturday night toon-dip. Ingredients: Folky vanilla headspace, spiced disco serenades, and rainbow dub by Laurence Crane, Mbilia Bel, Marie Rottrova, and Vaclav Neckar.
I slept in the field today, the trees built their nest for me. The moths were huge -their wings, determined soundscapes, V-shaped. My knees abaft, innocuous self-accord.
Welcome to your Monday night mixxtape -featuring zwitschermelodies by Lil Babs, Nylon, Amorphous Androgynous, Cocteau Twins, and Nina Hagen.
This morning I woke to a lizard above my head (on the pillow), it was watching me as I rolled over and gazed into its eyes. It crawled up my arm and into my hair. “Damn good address for a rat...” the milk passed through the homogenizer. As a boy I memorized these mornings well, the hum as my vision polestarred. Down below she mowed the lawn, my umbilicus queen in her pollen suit…
Join us as the moon continues to wane beneath the spell of the Taurean. Are you prepared for the whirlwind, dear listeners? Merge, Venus! Celebrate this last supermoon of 2024 with a plentiful load ov traxx from our archive -including beats by The Believers, Johnny Kongos & The G-Men, Eric Dolphy, and Manos Hadjidakis.
It's true, dear Venusian -Autumn is close to completion. Tick-tock and lip gloss, whilst a slumbering bumble bee extends its proboscis. The stars of track and field packed their bags on a drowsy afternoon (podczas pływania z fallusem).
Welcome to your Monday morning mixxtape - episode #66 includes some of our favorite musings by Shivkumar Sharma, The Joe Cuba Sextet, Jiří Šust, Wilson Pickett, and many others. Get dizzy on the seven seas with us!
It may not look like much to the passerby, but the Plectranthus barbatus has quite an alluring list of facts beneath its fuzzy-leafed surface.
With over 10 different ethnobotanical properties, p. barbatus is a unique plant in the Lamiaceae family -but not at all a stranger to the common-day botanist. Herbal extracts can be used as an antioxidant (keep in mind…we’re working on a tincture down in our laboratory).
The renowned benefits of this specimen can be used for stomach disorders, nervous system conditions, respiratory disorders, and helps aid in circulation. This succulent creature is often referred to as the Patta ajavayin, or the Karpuravalli. The following are also well researched ethnobotanical properties: anti-tumorigenic, antifungal, and anti-viral.
All hail the humble, yet mighty, p. barbatus!!