Greetings friends, associates, and well-wishers from around the globe! It is I, Terrance, American Buddhist, back with another musical review for your mind’s pleasure.

As I have told you many times, life is suffering, and thus I do not need to take refuge in the soothing tasts and smells of THC-packed, purple haired nodules of fine cannabis buds– except of course those given to me as a gift, or grown for me in the fields near my retreat in the foothills.

The other day a Zen koan I am quite fond of quite literally “came to life,” which was both enlightening and disconcerting.

But first let’s get to the music. An advance copy of “The Campfire Headphase” arrived in my mailbox the other day, and I immediately downloaded it to my IPOD Nano. Of course I take no pleasure in material things, and often make notes to that extent in the memo section of my TREO 650.

From the opening tweets and chirps, I knew I had at least re-entered the world of Boards. These Scottish miracle workers know how to put special sounds inside a person’s head which allows them to achieve something very close to the sartori just through combinations of what is in the music and what is already in your mind. How to explain better? A Zen story comes to mind…

Hogen, a Chinese Zen teacher, lived alone in a small temple in the country. One day four traveling monks appeared and asked if they might make a fire in his yard to warm themselves.

While they were building the fire, Hogen heard them arguing about subjectivity and objectivity. He joined them and said: “There is a big stone. Do you consider it to be inside or outside your mind?”

One of the monks replied: “From the Buddhist viewpoint everything is an objectification of mind, so I would say that the stone is inside my mind.”

“Your head must feel very heavy,” observed Hogen, “if you are carrying around a stone like that in your mind.”

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Boards of Canada have put a stone inside my mind, and it’s one that I don’t think will ever leave. Their latest album, which took some time to reach me, is further proof of their greatness and I invite them to join me for periods of meditiation at my hilltop retreat. Pressing “play” for the second time, I graciously stoked some large, glistening Sativa buds in my bubbler to add new stones to my head, and enjoy the rest of the day.