I think they left out Phase Six: smoke grass.  Jesus my car stereo really started fukkin up y’day.  The CD player (which is an enormous, inscrutable six-disc changer built into the dashboard) started spewing out nothing but insane digital hash.  E. suggested that perhaps some force was trying to direct me to the New Sound. Before I could get a recorder to sample it, all returned to normal.  S’pose it’s just a matter of time before the doorway opens again.   And then: The New Sound.