"smoke signals"
	: i n f o :
This mix was done in two takes. The first was god awful. It was a work in progress over the last three years, and it's still not done. But it needed to be done...this one's for me. Hugs n stuff. -------- (not written by me) Imagine yourself suddenly dropped in the Land of Chill. You didn't expect to be here, but what the fuck - here you are. Fila Brazillia sets the tone for the whole journey: dubby, funky, not to be taken seriously. And if you're going to take anything, it better be some good drugs. Seriously. I hear el Sticko almost made the Fila Brazillia/Trio Electrico mix into a mashup: those two songs were meant to be together. You know, like Johnny Depp and Winona Ryder. What? They broke up??!? Fuckers. When the Tosca track sneaks in, you know that something weird is about to happen. Fuck that Redstickman. He's dosed us again. Nothing you can do but sit back and enjoy the ride. The Rockers Hi-Fi/Massive Attack/David Holmes part still gives me goosebumps. If you're with a girl/guy, this is when you make your move. Hopefully you don't need Rohypnol: they'd like to hear the music, too. Bad shit's going down: the world's collapsing around you: Bin Laden is your father, Luke; George Bush is your twin sister. Who gives a rat's ass: the two of you don't notice. DJ Cam/ENC/Minus8 brings it back to a jazzy, earthy break as you grab your cigarette, smoke another bowl, or just take a piss. Whatever - it's the interlude. But - oh shit - here comes the beats. It sneaks up on you in a sexy, jazzy fashion, and motherfuckin' Paul Hunter (Small World) grabs you by the gonads and tells you to get it on. Whatever you're getting on. The rest of the mix is the come-down, highlighted by Thievery Corporation and Cubik y Origami. This shit sends tingles down your spine as you lovingly gaze into each other's eyes. This is when you bask in the afterglow, and beg the Stickman for more drugs. But all he has is music: that's all he ever had. Enjoy the music - it _is_ the drug.