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A remote broadcast tower outside New York City sends its message into
the area. Tonight they play a recorded performance of the group Mono
Puff. Beyond the Orange Mountains west of the city, this night clouds
settle and the sun's rays can no longer hold back the interference from
the distant antennas. Against nature, a family labours to isolate the sound
of Mono Puff from the static. Like so many others before them, they
strain at the fine tuning knob of their receiver. Finally free, they hear and
understand. This recording is dedicated to their struggle.
