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all done…

a little weird tonight. but what fun!
Thank you for listening.

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meanwhile…

here’s the tracklisting from last night’s show:

1. Sunday Soul : Program ID
2. Pachamama - Kaya Project
3. Pisces - 7B
4. Mundo Estatico - MArco Da MAta
5. There for me - Fish go Deep
6. Gotta Need - Freestyle Man
7. Acorado - Manuel Tur
8. Monzoon - Ben Grassini Remix
9. Never Let Go - Sunshine’s “Full of Stars Re Edit” - Joshua Collins
10. Big Mama’s Runway - Kenton Slash Demon
11. We are the future - Gemini
12. Glow - Spirit Catcher Mix - Satoshi Tomiie
13. 500 Degrees - Sunshine’s “If you were mine” Re edit - Microstar
14. A moment - Jeff Bennett
15. Skywalker - Martinez
16. Soul v.1 - Fish Go Deep
17. Space Carnival - Global Communication’s Remix - Azymuth
18. Get Up - Jilliam Mandez
19. LA TRansit - SubLevel
20. Space for lovers - Rulers of the deep electronica remix - The Timewriter
21. Feel for you - Timewriter’s Relight Mix - Chris Micali
22. Everything - Shortboard Remix Francisco Foo
23. Moustache - Blackjoy
24. He loves me - illegal remix fiasco version - Jill Scott
25. Do it Now (all fucked up)
26. Summeresque - Soulrider
27. City of lights - Raiders of the lost arp
28. Sunday Soul : Program ID
29. Sukieneice - Solo Andata

I feel like this set got off to a great start, attendance was terrific for this show, better than ever really, and the community in the chat was amazing. I love my show, and I love you guys so much.

What got weird for me was in the final quarter of the show I wanted to juxtapose the past, my old music, music I had played heavily before. I did, but i’ll tell you. It really felt wrong. I can’t really explain it any better or more thoughtfully than this, so I’m sorry if I’m not quite making sense. I’ve been trusting the universe these past few months, regardless of however the messages hit me in the moment, everything is right in the world. These old notions of holding on to the past, or musing about loss love, or a lack of love, any degree of faith in scarcity and then to stare into the face of the music which reflected all that sadness. * ugh * I kinda lost the plot. Found myself in tears. I suppose there’s really no more fitting day than Mothers Day to find myself in that place, or in such a condition.

I let go of the past completely.

Come.

Wearing fuscia in the futuah.