THE SUN WAS BRIGHT now in the room, and it was a new day. You' better get to work, he told himself. You can't change any of it back. Only one person can change it back and she can't know how she will wake nor if she'll be there when she wakes. It doesn't matter how you feel. You better get to work. You have to make sense there. You don't make any in this other. Nothing will. help you. Nor would have ever since it started. When he finally got back into the story the sun was well up and he had forgotten the two girls. It had been necessary to, think what his father would have thought sitting' that evening with his back against the green yellow trunk of the fig tree the enameled cup of whiskey and water in his hand. His father had dealt so lightly with evil, giving it to chance ever denying its importance so that it had no status and no shape dignity. He treated evil like an old entrusted friend, David thought, and evil, when she poxed him, never knew she'd scored. His father was not vulnerable he knew and, unlike most people he had known, only death could kill him. SIMAKOV is ready to change the rules with his new EP for Shango Records. Four great Electronica/Downtempo beauties and a couples of quality remixes by JIN YEREI and LANDHOUSE. Something to enjoy the beauty of this Summer!