Eskimo Joe

I haven't been listening to much radio lately. However, the press operators at work listen to commercial radio on the other side of the factory all day. It's difficult to hear their radio from the prepress room; the noise of the press drowns it out. There is only one sound that can survive across the factory floor – the whining sound of traditional Turkish music sampled in Eskimo Joe's song Foreign Land.

I quite like the song; but try listening to it at a volume so low, that all you can hear is the sampled Turkish music. Do this daily, every hour or so for maximum enjoyment.