Press your breast against the Kestrel's nest, you bare chest end us.

Do not molest the shell of an egg, with your vinegory are ariola.

Welcome to the Blind Boy podcast.

If it's okay with ye, we're going to be joined this week by my good friend, the rain, because for the past year,

I've been recording in an office that has a tin roof. I didn't factor this in when I was

choosing the office, and this has brought us a little bit closer to nature. I don't want to mask

the sound of rain, I don't want to pretend it isn't there. So instead,

I've miced my ceiling with two stereo mics, so we can worship it in all its majesty.

That's a bit of a regal or colonial projection there on the rain. I think if the rain was sentient,

it wouldn't want to be worshipped like a royal.

So I take that back and I'd like to apologise to the rain.

You don't worship the rain.

You don't.

I listen to that cuntie by.

I got the rain, a cuntie by I got the rain a conti boy I have it playing in my ears here

on my earphone so I've got wonderful stereo rain

look if I had a guest on this podcast

I'm going to give them their own microphone to speak into

and the rain the rain happens to be stereophonic so let me two microphones at an xY access

pointing at the ceiling and I nearly broke my fucking neck trying to get the mics up there. But...

I'm not going to worship the rain.

I'm not going to worship its majesty.

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