HEY, VENUS! RADIO

Soaring splendors display violet pathways at dawn. Did you draw feathers on your calendar yet this week? Watch your wings turn into bubbles, soul into swirls. Windblown hymns tumble gently into the rapture, vibrations exalted for lunar growth and capture. Joins us for a night-owl mixtape to help celebrate the recent eclipse, or -simply stream us while your bagel's snug as a bug in the oven. L...

Major chord epiphanies during a thunderstorm liberates the latches, which entails I might have to add a little powdered sugar to my curry. When unexpected visitations from a curious ladybug follows my lead, I let the record play a second time. Searching for gators, rinse and repeat. It's a soft deal, lean back into the sky -the garage sale accepts cash so suckle your seatbelt. "Zwoooosh!...

The end of August has arrived, so join us for morning movie meanderings at an altitude of 8.97 degrees above the horizon. Is something burning? It's my equatorial telescope! Sleep in, it's your density. I mean -your destiny. Hexapods, prehistoric paper kites, windshields made of dust, delirious caterpillars, nostalgic ephemera i.e. a mixtape for migraines. Rootabaga rumba come and get yo...

When tomorrow becomes today, can you go where you've never been? Only with the assistance of a mysterious old stone whose history is etched into a tale hardly told. Join us as we read an excerpt from a collection of short stories edited by Andrew Lang circa 1894; The Yellow Fairy Book (an edition released in 1966). At the edge of the forest you'll find a late summer serenade and an old V...

Welcome to your Sunday morning mixtape, fellow Venusian. In a land, there's a town -where the post office is open seven days a week beneath a dancing moonchild. Featuring celestial hymns and Italian ballads by MINA, Chriss, Khemistry, and Psychic TV. Support the show

There's a new sun rising. Ring the bell, we can see the horizon (it appears pyramid shaped) beside the river where we harvested the diplacus. Make a wish then make a list. The final distance has passed, viagem ao fundu de mim. Glory to the magnifying glass club. Sounds go through muscles, cells are activated, slip-n-slide reminiscing. Elevated archive for headphone fanatics. Is this…?? Transl...

Beneath a slumbering sun's sacred reprise, recitations from the book ov life take shape —where persimmons taste like stripes and that cheeky 405 offramp leads to the college of hypnotherapy. You’re not delusional, those bicycle wheels are pleasantly floppy -alas, I couldn’t recall where I parked the jalopy. Welcome to Season 10!! Won’t you join us for our 100th episode? It’s hard to believe w...

Ingredients: The fantastical history of a mysterious water-meadow in Germany. Summoning of the Emperor Dragonfly. Visitations from 8 legged creatures share valuable insights. Watching from the windowsill, ready for the fever dream to come true.  Featuring tracks by Mason Lindahl, Babe Rainbow, Joanna Brouk, Crosby Stills Nash & Young, Fontella Bass, Howard Jones, and The Cigarettes. Support th...

That which you saw glimmering inhabits slow-cooked soliloquies for lucid dreamers. This happening allows for velvet bellied hummingbirds to burst from their habitat. Scully, it's me. Niektórzy lubią ostro?  Stay until the very end of our monologue for tunes by Dominique Frontiere, Habibi, Virna Lindt, Mamalarky, Lill Babs, Alfred Newman, and other particularly haunted hymns from the archive....

Ramblings amidst an endless stack of books makes for particularly lucid moments; imperfections woven by eternity. The use of precious stones for airships in Vienna circa 1709 mark the great procession. Translation: we'll be reciting excerpts from Fernando Pessoa's work, dive into a bit of gemology, and conduct an experiment in German. Might these transitory fevers saturate your third eye...

Join us for an unscripted Sunday afternoon interlude, to help catapult you into the very last week of spring. We'll unabashedly confess to methodologies for surrendering to your higher vibration, while reminiscing on puppy dog tales and a few filmic splendors. Ingredients also include updates to the shop, such as our magnificent rose and ylang ylang fragrance that's about to crash-land o...

Offerings for the food gods during their path of orbit. The antenna blinks/winks while chewing on a bag of finely sliced eggplant, with a heaping spoonful of gorgonzola cheese. On the search for recipes to warm your heart as it drifts into the end of spring? Look no further, we've got you covered. From a spicy squash curry, to a splendiferous gluten-free pizza pie, we have come to infiltrate...

Get out your notebooks and tune-in for your weekly dose of meridian adjustments, weather-watching witches, and curious perspiring limes. We'll also recite a few essential reflexology exercises from The Foot Book: Healing the Body Through Reflexology, by Devaki Berkson (circa 1977).  Stay until the end for cinematic serenades and shoe-gazing tunes from Animal Ghosts, Nino Rota, Sugar Belly, So...

On breakfasting habits, self-sabotage, parrots of sinister origins, and updates to the shop. We also decided to try something slightly different for this episode. So, we chose not to include a playlist -as it's always best to experiment with new methodologies. Especially now that our Trichostema lanatum has blossomed.  Psst the rumors are true...we're setting up our antiquarian bookshop...

A special Monday night mixtape for all you lovers out there. Harness the power of the planet Venus, before dawn eclipses amidst a hazy sky. Fill your palms with dandelions. Count the moths on the ceiling amidst the first blush of such a forenoon. Acute swelling of ants and bemused sweat, your eyes like the hum of a tiger in the warmest of honey. Radio waves cast a relentless spell, echoing off you...

Heraldic birds of monstrous requests do the twist in the direction of a marshmallow sky. Blink three-times if you seek refuge in Beatrice's clamoring conditions -as we offer recitations of Herman Hesse's DEMIAN. We'll also reminisce on a recent lucid dream spell, conduct an ode to mothers, and confess to other embarrassing epiphanies. Stay until the very end for dreamy tunes by Ljup...

Welcome to your Monday night mixtape. For our first episode of Season 9 we decided to keep it simple and offer up some of our most delectable tracks from the archive. Carry yourself from the edge of the deepest mountain and surrender to the musings of your own sanguine opus. Wiatr słucha, wiatr jest senny, tak jak ty. Featuring tunes from Cocteau Twins, Sachio Fujioka, Ultraflex, Mammal Hands, Bar...

It’s the tail end of April and the deluge has spoken. Join us as we stumble through our plentiful seed collection, stir the political pudding, sleepily recite lucid dreams, and make recommendations from an essential stack of VHS tapes. Of course, we’ll include updates to the shop and expand on our recent extracurricular projects.  Knees abaft, flooded streets, lonely bees gone bonkers for bluebell...

I might have imagined to awaken on a nameless day, a long vowel converted into particles of string. Enter the Ouroboros: A limber nucleus sticks to your brow. Hands made of glass, milken gibberish. But then you ask yourself…what do precognitive dragons have in common with Dream Zoos? Where will Hey, Venus! Radio be in 500 years from now? Es klebt an deiner stirn? Translation: for half a decade now...

The time has come for you to step into yourself, harness forgiveness, and surrender. Opportunities arise from the most curious of places…all you have to do is give yourself permission. Set the pace for activating confidence, in light of this crumbling world before your weary eyes. But don't let your strawberries get soggy along the way. If you take a bite before you make your wish, the spell...

Ja, süßer als Wein  -join us as we explore some unusual words and reminisce about working in bookshops. Float into the abyss with palms full of honey, beneath the cosmic dust of starflower anthems. Don't believe a thing they say -we shall celebrate Zhong Yuan Jie earlier than usual this year (on Hwisprian Lane). Because we all share the same sky...dreaming of salamanders in parallel with dry...

We’ve come to infiltrate the airwaves just in time for the heat-wave, and your most recent tumble into the kingdom of self-reflection. Might the day for once achieve an identity? A breach to the sun. Birth-dayee bluez and perpetual cellophane sink water? Silvery trembling leaves foaming with filigree rust brought forth premonitions (in the shape of dissolved linguistic delights).  It’s true, most...

—and the wintry harbinger has eclipsed, but only softly does the equinox consume her; tales ov April's arrival: an enormous everyywhere ov the second flame. Viola puttering in the chamber "I choked on a counterfeit blueberry dipped in curry"....limitless sentiments behind the glass cathedral, displays of an autonomous plural-bird. As a clumsy world vanishes we mumble sunbeams alongs...

Do you crave absurdist monologues while laying your eggs into the backseat of a car? Wandering ears onto the surface of a pond. A misunderstood monotreme, by chance, crosses your path. We ask ourselves next, might giving some tongue to the platypus be frightening or delightful? Join us as we wade around the pond, confess a few phobias, and utter an improvised prayer for the dead in a mysterious pa...

Join us as we kvetch on the more disappointing aspects of life itself, while reminiscing on David Lynch, the lost art of handwriting, and other little miracles. We'll also read excerpts from The Book Of A Hundred Hands by George B. Bridgeman [1920], as well as Horace Kephart’s Camping And Woodcraft: A Facsimile Edition [1917]. After diving into our cerebral confessions…we welcome you to your...