Open eyes. SCREW EYES SHUT. Ok ok Mr morning, I see you there, all perky and painful. But you know what? God sod yourself. I’m going to shut those curtains tight, pull these covers over my head and bliss out to some Echo Lake: cascades of Jacuzzi-warm dream-electro that soothes my anti-A.M. soul with its eternal guitar jangles and rainbow-climbing vocal soars like Quaaludes. What was that you said? Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz………………………….