I used the "Waiting for Cousteau" track for a private vhs video gallery of my paintings in 1996. I remember that my first reaction to this track when I bought the lp in 1992 was very negative. I was deeply disappointed by discovering that the entire b side was wasted with a so repetitive and moody track. Nonethless of these first idionsicracies, within few months and after many listening sessions inside my darkened room, I felt that the lack of a definite melody and rhythmic patterns represented a clear poetic statement regarding the sound power to evoke alterated states of mind, a perceptive phenomenon somehow very similar in terms of effectiveness to the medianic perceptions and to paranoid audio-visual hallucinations. Often I used to support the audio experience staring at the Salvador Dalì's The Real Painting of "The Isle of the Death" by Arnold Böcklin at the Angelus Time, or listening to the track with headphones lying on the seaside at the twilight.
Therefore when I began to listen also to the 46 minutes version on cd, I realized that this wasn't intended to be a conventional music track, but instead an atmospheric and multi-dimensional cocoon everyone can live into without thinking about a starting and an ending point. Though I listened to it hundreds of times, specially during my painting sessions when I need a sort of sound crysalis where letting my thoughts flow while my hand is hypnotically moving the brush (more recently it helped me to concentrate on the writing of my last novel "Endometria") I still think this track was the most challenging and esoteric in the entire Jarre's discography.