music: lonely or great

There's a CD I found for a dollar in a thrift store, called Deep Breakfast by Ray Lynch. It's in my car now, but I looked it up, and the videos have the most bizarre comments. (Tiny Geometries is more benign, though.) Oh comments. You exist, even though to me this stuff is all about me being young and living on an island, contemplating sky travel and mountains. Or, being in college, and running out in the middle of the night with my roommate to a place by the convention center in Seattle which had some kind of cool lighting sculpture. All alone, no one else there. She had a tape of it, too, something a teacher in class would play for them.