It came free with a world music magazine from the UK. Why is it that those damn British allways feel they have to "one up" the americans.

Anyhow, the closet I ever got to a religous experience with mother nature and music was listening to "Closer" by the Joy Division one lonely night. It was freezing cold, the rain on the trees began to turn into ice.  The force of the weight was making the trees feel as if they were about to break with the weight of the world on their sholders. Giving into death after a long hibernation. Glistening, swaying,  crackling and breaking before my eyes.  I was s-s-so, t-t-tired, sad-d-d and al-l-lone with Ian Curtis's drone in me headphones. It's a miricle I didn't kill myself. The music didn't help either! Though every time I listen to that CD, those memories of night flood my head. I feel a complete warmness knowing that mother nature and I felt the weight of the world that night and we both survived it.