There we go. All the donkey work is done, and now comes the fun part -- taking this hideous jumble of visual information and reducing it to something beautiful and elegant. Really, that's the essence of art -- removing unnecessary information from experience.
And there are no words for how nice the music is. I've got a Shel Silverstein album in the mix, and at one point he makes a guttural noise out of silence and I actually reacted as though someone were in the room. Now it's a collection of classic Stax soul. It is richly orchestrated to a degree that makes me feel like I'm eating a cube of butter. In a good way.