“Life is like music for its own sake. We are living in an eternal now, and when we listen to music we are not listening to the past, we are not listening to the future, we are listening to an expanded present.”

You know that feeling when you haven’t been out for a while, you’re thirsty, something starts to titillate your ears, that warm feeling starts to rise up your legs. Then you spot them, making a direct line towards you, little bits of spittle already in the corner of their mouth. What proceeds is an hour of someone uselessly shouting into your ear as the music drowns out every word that they say. Sometimes you’ve just got to let the music speak and leave the chatting for the pub.

I have compiled a mix of instrumental tunes all “mixed” actually mainly crossfaded together.

For… what words can really match the passion of someone shredding a guitar; what yarn can match the wistful flow of the piano; what tale can match the groove of the saxophone.  You get the gist…

An eclectic mix of unashamedly ambient tunes, rustily mixed, best listened to on a bike gliding past green fields.

Big love to the myx crew and our Godfather Jack.