Summer comes and my mind travels to a different reality. A time for soulspiration, daydreaming, memories from the future and birth from the past. Everything turns natural and innocent: but we are not. Our mind continues with the recurrent flow of music and thought, and we look ahead for some precious time for detail listening. Headphones on, brains clicked in and open hearts.
This selection blows out like a watermelon jam, hopefully in order and taste. Present and past connected by “dog-knows” what: probably only me. These are a bunch of songs I would take with me with a certain sense of a playlist, or a beachside suite (note I avoided the obvious chill out, reggae, cocktail house tracks).