The Space is eclectic, non-commercial radio for sound freaks. Styles are exhaustive: electronic, indie, hip-hop, country, 80s, rawk, house, shoe-gaze, blahblah, sheena easton, etc. Tell a friend Beeeeeeeeoootch!
Bringing in the new year with house music. Counting my blessings...
Playing solo on Freeform PDX. It's the mellow side of house.
Songs for this blistering, perfect, terrible world.
Found a new radio station, a positive community. My debut, playing records as Bozz.
A certain dread envelopes the planet. Spring marches forward, seemingly unaware.
Days shorten, northerlies blow... I wrap myself in a parka.
Selections from a summer spent crawling over rocks.
Rain drips steady, soaks the ground like sponge. Water on the rise.
The many seasons of Studio Ghibli. Dedicated to Juno and Totoro.
Camping solo with my soundsystem, an offering to Wy'east
Roving across the desert, looking for amplified sound. We're drawn to a grove of trees in the distance
Courtesy of the human experience. Squeeze tight and release.
Memories of an Oldsmobile station wagon. Running errands with Mom. The soundtrack to my childhood.
Driving music. Slowly, softly over hills, doug firs cradle the sky.
New city, faded memories... surfaces glisten wintergreen. Make it rain.
Inhale slow. Let this thick business fill your lungs. It is time to be free.
I take long walks through the city, passing like a shadow. Creative expression thrives in the haze and grit. Headphones close the loop.
Riding the train across a rippled landscape, synth-music provides context. Live set via MK Ultra.
Sound in a neglected, industrial landscape; man-metal and concrete are overgrown by leafy green. The Earth planet breathes.
I play my last live set in the RSW underground. No surprises... shit's decidedly mellow. The horizon leans forward, offering you space to place new steps of change.
Surrounded by throngs I live in the space between my ears, and watch the ten thousand things dance to this.
Rhythm and blues rises from hot city streets. House music arrives like a late afternoon shower. Summertime rolls.
An unreleased mixtape circa 1998. It was buried, recently found, and dusted. For love of atmosphere...
Winter on the Rio Bravo, muzak for the long drive home.
We head to a park on the outskirts ...electric relaxation
Moments of weirdness are tempered by groovy shit.This is house music for the future (2047). Shouts to Doc Martin for making me wet in ninety-six!
After a long, silent interlude, sound emerges from the Deep South. Ghetto elements provide the foundation... This music is soul.
Summer warmth brings multiform soul: nu, 1976, and a combination of the two. Dayz come and go... i find comfort in house music. The feeling is mutual.
Earth people, I was born on Jupiter. Uprock narratives of foreign exploits. Recorded on location!
A laptop mix of the mellow side of hip-hop and downtempo. This one is for routine... taking out the garbage, doing the dishes, etc.
Dj Sensio dropped in and rocked a historic soul+funk set using only 45s... you know, the small rekkids found in your daddy's jukebox. Listen up kids and get educated!
Urban music for rural settings... it's a chill-out mix produced on my laptop while wandering solitary in China. This opens a new direction in mellowness for me, exploring eklectro inspired by my surroundings (trains, random countryside, blah blah).
Downtempo, lounge house, and ambient drum and bass... Recorded onto cassette from vinyl, this sound defined my late 90s infatuation.
Originally recorded onto cassette from vinyl, this is house music.
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