Comment by wajok:
Critiques to follow after a slow roll over the tongue.
I hope you still frequent this place because you ought to know:
I just braved the lone (wo)manned 12 hour drive from Virginia to my home in Toronto and do not hyperbolate in saying that seven hours of the silence in my car was molested by the tireless spinning of your May(April) '07 mix. Without tracklist I said to myself, "that voice, that whistle... could it be Andrew Bird?" Caribou betrayed themselves with their smattering of crescendos and decrescendos. Mirah. La voz.
I found that without a tracklist I was still able to identify six or seven of the artists by sound alone, but it wasn't the comfort of familiarity that kept me spinning. It's just a beautiful blend. Fluid. The tone was arresting.
At hour two into the drive I was sure I was going to turn around and never make it back to Oz, but I discovered your micks at the bottom of a pile, neglected, scratched to sh-t (track 8 and 9 are forever sullied). It gave me drive, filled my tank, fuelled my engine.
Merci bien mon ami.
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