The Korolev crater is impressive, located on the Lunar far side at 4.19°S 157.41°W, and has a diameter of 423.41 kilometers. At the time, I wrote a small piece about using this monster to frame a radio telescope in the Arisibo style, using the body of the Moon to block Earth interference. It would still have to be dampened to record solar activity during the New Moon periods. I mentioned this future telescope at the beginning of my “MARC: The Martian Armed Resistance Corps.”

That idea that you’d missed the boat, didn’t ‘hear the starting gun’, that you’d spend the rest of your life in a cul-de-sac, trying to claw your way out; it can be horrible to find yourself in that condition, whether caused by your own bad luck, or stuck in hopeless circumstances.

It must be familiar to underclass, unemployed youth in a caste-ridden society, like Britain. Maybe that’s why the blues caught on in the UK, why they resonated with it. The music of the American Negro, adopted by the British proletariat. Can you dig it?

“Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death.” Wow.

If I assume I’ve, on average, listened to this album once a month since then, then several hundred.

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This is just part one

I don’t recall the first time I heard it, but do remember distinctly the thought that flashed through my mind when I did.

A thousand years from now, this is the kind of music starship crews will listen to when they’re off watch.

And I still remember the very first time I heard it.