Just the other night, Bigfoot's UFO plopped down in my path (odd, since I was sitting in my tiny apt., but), the doors (gullwing, natch) pop open, and there's Jesus hisself (along with Lux Interior and Link Wray and Remedios Varo) relaxing in a purple velour Lazy-Boy, the stereo blasting Albert Ayler- oh, right, the clothes! Well foax, The Galilean Gadfly was rocking Kuhl jeans, an AA t-shirt, some clean red Docs, and a bright blue Penguin watch... They invited me for a spin, and we checked out some awesome intergalactic breakbeat stuff from WAY beyond the Milky Way. (Despite the fact that ol' Bigfoot is a rotten driver, if that's the word.) What I mean is, the Bass in Space goes far beyond the Place! Does that make sense? Yeah, well, the apt. management kinda wonder how that whole damn wall got taken out, too...