Hello, my name is Joe Perra, and I hope you're some place warm this winter evening.

I'm in my basement. I just put a pot of soup on the stove and came downstairs to record.

Making monastrony and the sleep recording in the same evening. What are they life?

In theory, sleep isn't hurt. It's about quiet and dark, not owing anyone on an reasonable amount

of money. But even if your debts are manageable, sometimes you need a little help.

There were times this year I could have used some myself. And so, in hopes that no one else develops

the dependence on Advil PM, I wanted to revisit the old sleep stuff and make something new for you.

Kind of like soup. When you get to the end of a ham, you throw the bone and a pot of it and it's

the start of something else. It's not waste if you can boil it. I love that about soup.

Another thing I love about soup is that of all the foods, it is the most believable to me

that a good soup or stew could change the course of a story. Say, characters about the dying.

They give them a sip of really good broth, then they regain their strength and win the beauty

pageant. It's a food that can bring about an immediate change. I mean, what's more believable to you?

That you could eat spinach and get as strong as Popeye? Or that you can drink a ladle of hardy soup

and get as strong as black Adam? Glad you feel the same way.

One time, soup even stopped to war for a little while at least.

In 1592, an army of Swiss Catholics were about to fight an army of Swiss Protestants

when a large pot of milk soup was brought to the center of the battlefield.

And instead of fighting, the two sides hung out and ate soup together.

This is a true and charming story, but also, the feeding soup comprised mainly of milk and bread

changes your mind about going to war. What were you thinking? To the 16th century Swiss listening,

you guys got to ask yourself, do I want to run my neighbor through with a hellburt because

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