There's this treatment that's sometimes given to insomniacs and sleepwalkers. When nothing else works--sleeping pills, meditation, deep breathing techniques, sheep-counting, whatever--some 'natural' doctors will recommend that the patient walks around in grass, barefoot, for 15 minutes right before bed. The goofy theory behind this is that people walking around in shoes with rubber soles all day build up huge amounts of static electricity, which is then discharged when the patient walks around barefoot in the grass. This is mostly hooey, of course, but the treatment somehow works, if for no other reason than it helps people to relax. Some somnambulists report that the only way they can get to sleep at all is by using this method every night. Anyway, I was thinking about this in relation to music--after spending several days listening to mp3s, and mostly music made on computers and for listening to on computers, I felt this horrible amphetamine-like buzz, pulsing waves of overstimulation running through my body, and a 'nnnnrrrrr' sound swarming all around me like angry bees. All of this compounded by the excessive heat and positively deranged amounts of humidity. These feelings of deep unrest were instantly cured when I turned off all the lights in my room, lay on the wooden floor, and listened to a Fairport Convention LP on a belt-drive record player. I'm not sure what any of this means, except to tune out, turn off, and drop out, maybe. Tomorrow it's back to techno.