This collection of works represents the efforts of a few individuals, a slew of winning goals and little luck. I like the idea that genres, like personalities and ideas, are always riding the vissitudes of popular and alternative consent, are privy to the undertow which is the oceanic reality presenting itself to the average if not above average listener. They adopt a life of their own and work their way into our living rooms, our cars, and our airport terminals. If only these movements, these waves of sound, if you will, were to converge in a mighty tidal, the title of it would be music, and it would be to us as the moisture in our bodies, would foster the well being of a thousand nations and ration our creativity into a collective understanding that to rage till dawn can keep your groove on...
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