Wail, ifn my momma knowed I was doin a mix about what I thank this here gal is talkin about, she’d pinch my nickel-neck…hard. But, you know, to each his own. Anyways, as you can hear it turned all psychedelic there in the “dream” parts. As it should. So fer all of ya inclined to enjoy watchin babies crawlin on the ceilin or somethin, here ya go.

PS: For the golfers among ya and especially fer those first reviewers, I was doin purty good here till I hit the fairway to seven. Then things went to hell in a handbasket. Luckily my ol pal, Spinmeister let me take a mulligan so maybe I’ll make par afterall. ;-)