I think they left out Phase Six: smoke grass. Jesus my car stereo really started fukkin up y’day. The CD player (which is an enormous, inscrutable six-disc changer built into the dashboard) started spewing out nothing but insane digital hash. E. suggested that perhaps some force was trying to direct me to the New Sound. Before I could get a recorder to sample it, all returned to normal. S’pose it’s just a matter of time before the doorway opens again. And then: The New Sound.