We slept for 11 hours last night, had truly the weirdest dreams. The strongest image was a bust of Athena carved into a pyramid replacing the moon and falling from the sky. Birds couldn’t fly straight because there were invisible mirrors everywhere. Our younger brother was there, entering college for the first time. We woke up grudgingly and this is the first song we listened to. Maybe we were listening to it all night: Tony Bonanza’s delayed mumbling, snares on his uncle’s old drum machine, electrofunk baselines, but mainly the feeling of hangover clouds. It's almost lunch time and we're still recovering.