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Welcome back to the Magician On Duty Journey Series! On this edition we welcome El Batos (@elbatos) El Batos Unveils a Mesmerizing 2-Hour and 20-Minute Mix for Magician On Duty's Journey Series Magician On Duty is thrilled to present an enchanting 2-hour and 20-minute mix by El Batos, a seasoned selector whose journey in music reflects a deep connection to sound, storytelling, and the art of the dancefloor. For El Batos, whose very name pays homage to music, the journey began as a young teenager immersed in the vinyl collection of his father. Discovering the transformative power of music at an early age set the stage for a lifelong love affair with sound. Fast forward over two decades of music collecting and a decade of DJing, event curation, and festival bookings, El Batos has become a staple in some of the most renowned clubs, collectives, and festivals across Germany and Europe. A beacon of positivity and connection, El Batos bridges the worlds of subculture, underground, and the conscious event scene with an infectious energy and an ever-present smile. Known affectionately as the “Good Vibes Machine,” his sets are an invitation to surf the sound waves and awaken higher consciousness through dance. El Batos's signature sound is an evocative blend of downtempo, midtempo, deep house, indie dance, and melodic techno, artfully pitched down to create a unique and hypnotic atmosphere. His music is a journey—deep basslines meet warm textures, intricate rhythms intertwine with heartfelt vocals, and every mix is crafted to transport listeners into a world of emotion, energy, and endless moments of surprise. In this exclusive Journey Series mix for Magician On Duty, El Batos masterfully weaves a narrative that is both playful and profound, melodic and rich with depth. Whether for the pulse of the dancefloor or the serenity of a chillout, his sound is tailored to resonate with every setting, always leaving audiences with an unforgettable experience. Get ready to embark on an immersive musical voyage with El Batos—a masterful storyteller whose craft continues to evolve, surprise, and inspire. Follow El Batos here: https://linktr.ee/elbatos

A nice funky one for you.. Tracklisting 1. DJ Mes - Soul Glow 2. Kristof Tigran - Brothers & Sisters 3. Chemars - The Message 4. Roberto Parisi, Angelo Ferreri - My Selecta (Monster Funk' Mix) 5. FDF (Italy) - Jump In The Disco 6. Angelo Ferreri, DJ Delta (IT) - The DJ Manifesto 7. Dick Johnson - Into The Groove (String Mix) 8. Mike Newman - Vibin' 9. Bellaire - Sunset Ballad (Moodena Remix) 10. Saison - Feel This 11. Chemars - Drop This Beat 12. Marc Cotterell - Burning Hot

I found Waldo at the Waldorf Astoria, Glory be, I hollered “Gloria” for Mr. Morrison to follow me “Forward, forward, Onward, onward!” Into the night with the impolite gang stalkers And night watch On, but just as honestly implausible and awkward As it is comical What did you want again I saw Santa Claus on the local Holdup It's too early for menopause Ahem I can't follow you to a place with no abortion laws, You fucking moron— Or Mormon, Excuse the aftertaste of ‘Man, I gotta just start telling people I'm a writer.' I just had to pet the kittens—which at first appeared to be just one tiny cat then revealed to be two, by the stranger, who had all but stopped me in the doorway to talk; it seemed of course a little procured—and I must have been followed quite thiuroughly from Whole Foods, to the Guitar Center, and doubling back to CVS—where the man stood at the entryway, a man who at first glance has looked largely like a security guiard, though my red-tinted glasses—which, while dulling the pain from the stress and tension of my current happenstance, also counteracted at least some of the sensory overload I experienced going out and into Manhattan, especially fasting, which I had blamed for the man's sudden appearance at first—Of course, then, however, I more logically surmised that I was probably followed, and that this man was more than likely another agent of some sort; I wondered to myself why exactly besides my way of dressing and courses of action I might have been so interesting; it seemed no law enforcement agency was looking to actually persecute for the tedious petty criminal acts I had been almost required to commit in order to stay alive—and—as it seemed as of late, I had only in my own mind been doomed to the confines of homelessness forever, no matter how bleak the circumstances—and the circumstances were bleak; nothing quite seemed worth it anymore, especially to try in a field in which I had been so numerously ridiculed and perhaps even mocked to the point of failure—where here at least, having not eaten in days, and having the unusual go-around as to what exactly I should spend my money on, or rather—how I should spend it, seeing as there was never enough to get everything I needed at once —and the emphasis was on that of need; I got almost nothing that I wanted, ever, and the totality of my inclement had been spent on clothes that weren't turned to rags, underwear, shoes that would shield my feet from the wet and cold, and of course musical equipment—which one might have equated to a want had it not seemed there was a bounty over my head for whatever reason to continue making music—and there was, some kind of unspoken contract, seemingly between me and God itself, that music was the only thing I had to do; and that even in my undertaking once again of fitness as to somehow accumulate the money I needed for my body contouring and the massive amount of musical equipment and technology I needed, there was nothing I could do but sit and crunch the numbers over and over as to how I could pull off what seemed like a multi-level process—the process od creation without limitations, and self care, where I met at the crossroads with any devil that may have mattered—and of course, where I met this man, cradling two small kittens which distracted me from the act at hand; I was drained, some kind of sick, and had been oversleeping, realizing that in the same way that I was using the fast as waste management, the coconut water that I was using to rehydrate after long hours in the sauna and intense workouts at the gym were wreaking havoc on my bladder, waking up constantly to use the restroom and extending my needs for sleep into the afternoon, at which point I would scramble anxiously in order to ready myself for the day, which always seemed to take more time than it should, considering I simply didn't want to deal with the process of going out into the world—the trek from the ghetto to the mid Manhattan drive had become monotonous and full of obstacles, most often in the form of disgusting individuals in some way or another, or what even seemed to be a cult of annoying and irritating people wearing dirty white Nikes as a show of how powerful a stronghold my exhusband still seemed to have over me— but it did seem to be some kind of excersise, not one which showcased his power, but the power of another entity, which seemed only to be posing as remnicense of him to redirect the intent of whatever cruel hex or curse which had been placed over me. By now, I knew my ex-husband had dug his own grave, that his karma was well on its way and that the powers-that-be would not let slip the hand of justice for what had been done to me, nonetheless in front of my children—no matter what I had done before, or thereafter, I had never deserved that. “You're a creator, what do you do?”, said the man “Music.” I said, without delay. “I know. I can tell. You produce?” He asked. “Yeah.” I replied shortly, not entirely distracted from my intention. “Me too.” He said. “Oh!” I swept; I was much more interested in petting the kitten than speaking about music at all, but at the very least I had it somewhere, probably written on my forehead, that I was a music producer. “What do you use?” I asked, or something like that—but now I was fully distracted, as he had revealed a second cat—a black one—to which I was delighted; my life was a little more empty now than even I had expected—I had cut off any connection to the outside world whatsoever and had learned to live without love at all, and yet— the soft and silky baby fur of the kittens calmed me enough so that I wasn't so anxietal, which was probably what I needed anyway—even showing up at guitar center had given me the sweats I wasn't getting, having missed the gym entirely, and it had seemed as though I had always intended to rest on Saturdays, that my new rest days were Friday, as I almost never made it into the gym in Fridays for whatever reason—however, I had given myself a Pat on the back for a 7- plus day gym streak, and had been running myself ragged, and of course, unable to focus—anytime I heard a song at all, I thought about what I needed to create what was considered “placement-worthy music”, or at least, even music that I could palate. “I'm in FL studio— what about you?” “Ableton.” I said, almost starting another sentence before he cut me off—alerting me to the reality that he could indeed be another agent. “I know.” He said, “How do you know?” I asked, not so curiously as to irritated that he seemed a little too conspicuous, not ever to believe in such a thing as coincidence anyway. “You've got the glasses.” “Oh, the glasses. Yeah.” “You know, he said, I used to have a pair just like that. Where did you get them?” “Amazon, I said, of all the places. Of course.” The next few sentences were a wash, but of course, the entire subject matter swirled around the same mottled object— I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around what the point was, but the intent was made clear instantaneously. “—Skrillex?” “Uh—who's that?” I was suprised myself at the coolness of my own response— it seemed authentic, even to me. “Skrillex.” I shook my head in ‘confusion' “—Skrillex?” “I don't know who that is. I thought I knew everybody.” “I guess I'm an old head,” “Old head,” I chimed “Benga. Rusko…” I was of course being almost openly facetious, almost irritated that anyone dare cohearse an entire conversation if only to bring up Skrillex, the forbidden fruit, the Illuminati poster child with whom I had forcibly cut ties for my own sake. “Old school manga, anime—“ Now I was entirely disconnected— I assumed this person had listened to my podcast, or at the very least been briefed—and in that instance I was relieved by another passerby, a kind woman, also profoundly distracted by the fact that the man had not one kitten, but two. I quickly made my escape, and though the man seemed to follow, as the woman watched, I made it clear to the woman that she had done me a kindness, and she stood in the way of his following me down the aisle. I nodded her a great thanks, and swiftly disappeared. There is no escape from Skrillex. “What the fuck do you want, Sonny?” While my heart is thumping And my blood is pumping I should let you know, honey What's going on All on autopilot, walking I haven't eaten; I shouldn't even be here In your honor, an apartment— Your birth year in the address Remarkable, A whole hall of parked cars, Cover up the scars with hallmark cards And framed arrangements of newspapers And Trader Joe's paper bags But here you haven't Another hot head, Studies psychology, but still doesn't get it And suffers of course or disassociation Cough, without a losenge Come unhinged at heaven's doorstep Then, walk back to hell With the others— The blackest of the nnlack in black world Where you are Where you belong I shouldn't even be here I haven't even eaten I didn't plan to fast, however I reached the last straw It's all hostile A power struggle And for once my stomach isn't hungry CUse I'm just That upset Cut off the bad parts Cut out the color Just to move forward Four more, then move past that Now you're in our house, But the ball's in your court The extra small leggings from my Gymshark haul became less of a a stretch, and I felt myselfnsteunking considerably—not that it mattered. Soon without protein, I would once again grow weak— and as always, constantly being surrounded by draining people became more of an irritant than a stressor—but the stressor was this; the coordinator, as wel just as much with any one Whatever, I'm bored. Why can't I have deadmau5 Cause that's a no. Come on. No. Please NO. I get sick just on remnicense Of his essesnce Shit, I should get back to that Back to MR, EVANS. Shit, hide dude. Hide WHERE. I dunno! There's nowhere to hide Then RUN! I CAN HEAR YOU. Oh shit dude, Fuck, Just open a portal. NOWAY, MAN. GET IN HERE FUCK THAT. SHHH. There's nothing straight up worse Than sensory overload at the Equinox Turn off your colors, broski Woah slow down, I want you love me; But you won't That cool I'm not lonely, One thumb Hold on to dear life with the other Here comes the other one Getting to close for comfort It's alright I got this There's no place in the world for me; Guess it's back to the dirt for me! There ain't no place on earth I'd rather be Than not on earth Where everything Is nothing Elsewhere Everything is everything Every single Particle of Dust Let's just demolish— —I need some fingernail polish on — such a thoughtless— Never has a day gone by I ain't thought about —what abott it the others— —is that all of us? —don't let me stop ya— Was I interrupting something I'm fucking done with this HOT SAUCE!!!!!! What. Oh yeah, this kid again. Oh wonder. OH WONDER !&,$& He cracks me up. Check this out. What: Kid, come here. Come over here. Is he ok? I don't know: look at this. Cellphone on my hip bone (That hurts, tho) Woah, Am I skinny enough yet, Sonny Fuck it, somebody will love me As long as I'm bony {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

I found Waldo at the Waldorf Astoria, Glory be, I hollered “Gloria” for Mr. Morrison to follow me “Forward, forward, Onward, onward!” Into the night with the impolite gang stalkers And night watch On, but just as honestly implausible and awkward As it is comical What did you want again I saw Santa Claus on the local Holdup It's too early for menopause Ahem I can't follow you to a place with no abortion laws, You fucking moron— Or Mormon, Excuse the aftertaste of ‘Man, I gotta just start telling people I'm a writer.' I just had to pet the kittens—which at first appeared to be just one tiny cat then revealed to be two, by the stranger, who had all but stopped me in the doorway to talk; it seemed of course a little procured—and I must have been followed quite thiuroughly from Whole Foods, to the Guitar Center, and doubling back to CVS—where the man stood at the entryway, a man who at first glance has looked largely like a security guiard, though my red-tinted glasses—which, while dulling the pain from the stress and tension of my current happenstance, also counteracted at least some of the sensory overload I experienced going out and into Manhattan, especially fasting, which I had blamed for the man's sudden appearance at first—Of course, then, however, I more logically surmised that I was probably followed, and that this man was more than likely another agent of some sort; I wondered to myself why exactly besides my way of dressing and courses of action I might have been so interesting; it seemed no law enforcement agency was looking to actually persecute for the tedious petty criminal acts I had been almost required to commit in order to stay alive—and—as it seemed as of late, I had only in my own mind been doomed to the confines of homelessness forever, no matter how bleak the circumstances—and the circumstances were bleak; nothing quite seemed worth it anymore, especially to try in a field in which I had been so numerously ridiculed and perhaps even mocked to the point of failure—where here at least, having not eaten in days, and having the unusual go-around as to what exactly I should spend my money on, or rather—how I should spend it, seeing as there was never enough to get everything I needed at once —and the emphasis was on that of need; I got almost nothing that I wanted, ever, and the totality of my inclement had been spent on clothes that weren't turned to rags, underwear, shoes that would shield my feet from the wet and cold, and of course musical equipment—which one might have equated to a want had it not seemed there was a bounty over my head for whatever reason to continue making music—and there was, some kind of unspoken contract, seemingly between me and God itself, that music was the only thing I had to do; and that even in my undertaking once again of fitness as to somehow accumulate the money I needed for my body contouring and the massive amount of musical equipment and technology I needed, there was nothing I could do but sit and crunch the numbers over and over as to how I could pull off what seemed like a multi-level process—the process od creation without limitations, and self care, where I met at the crossroads with any devil that may have mattered—and of course, where I met this man, cradling two small kittens which distracted me from the act at hand; I was drained, some kind of sick, and had been oversleeping, realizing that in the same way that I was using the fast as waste management, the coconut water that I was using to rehydrate after long hours in the sauna and intense workouts at the gym were wreaking havoc on my bladder, waking up constantly to use the restroom and extending my needs for sleep into the afternoon, at which point I would scramble anxiously in order to ready myself for the day, which always seemed to take more time than it should, considering I simply didn't want to deal with the process of going out into the world—the trek from the ghetto to the mid Manhattan drive had become monotonous and full of obstacles, most often in the form of disgusting individuals in some way or another, or what even seemed to be a cult of annoying and irritating people wearing dirty white Nikes as a show of how powerful a stronghold my exhusband still seemed to have over me— but it did seem to be some kind of excersise, not one which showcased his power, but the power of another entity, which seemed only to be posing as remnicense of him to redirect the intent of whatever cruel hex or curse which had been placed over me. By now, I knew my ex-husband had dug his own grave, that his karma was well on its way and that the powers-that-be would not let slip the hand of justice for what had been done to me, nonetheless in front of my children—no matter what I had done before, or thereafter, I had never deserved that. “You're a creator, what do you do?”, said the man “Music.” I said, without delay. “I know. I can tell. You produce?” He asked. “Yeah.” I replied shortly, not entirely distracted from my intention. “Me too.” He said. “Oh!” I swept; I was much more interested in petting the kitten than speaking about music at all, but at the very least I had it somewhere, probably written on my forehead, that I was a music producer. “What do you use?” I asked, or something like that—but now I was fully distracted, as he had revealed a second cat—a black one—to which I was delighted; my life was a little more empty now than even I had expected—I had cut off any connection to the outside world whatsoever and had learned to live without love at all, and yet— the soft and silky baby fur of the kittens calmed me enough so that I wasn't so anxietal, which was probably what I needed anyway—even showing up at guitar center had given me the sweats I wasn't getting, having missed the gym entirely, and it had seemed as though I had always intended to rest on Saturdays, that my new rest days were Friday, as I almost never made it into the gym in Fridays for whatever reason—however, I had given myself a Pat on the back for a 7- plus day gym streak, and had been running myself ragged, and of course, unable to focus—anytime I heard a song at all, I thought about what I needed to create what was considered “placement-worthy music”, or at least, even music that I could palate. “I'm in FL studio— what about you?” “Ableton.” I said, almost starting another sentence before he cut me off—alerting me to the reality that he could indeed be another agent. “I know.” He said, “How do you know?” I asked, not so curiously as to irritated that he seemed a little too conspicuous, not ever to believe in such a thing as coincidence anyway. “You've got the glasses.” “Oh, the glasses. Yeah.” “You know, he said, I used to have a pair just like that. Where did you get them?” “Amazon, I said, of all the places. Of course.” The next few sentences were a wash, but of course, the entire subject matter swirled around the same mottled object— I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around what the point was, but the intent was made clear instantaneously. “—Skrillex?” “Uh—who's that?” I was suprised myself at the coolness of my own response— it seemed authentic, even to me. “Skrillex.” I shook my head in ‘confusion' “—Skrillex?” “I don't know who that is. I thought I knew everybody.” “I guess I'm an old head,” “Old head,” I chimed “Benga. Rusko…” I was of course being almost openly facetious, almost irritated that anyone dare cohearse an entire conversation if only to bring up Skrillex, the forbidden fruit, the Illuminati poster child with whom I had forcibly cut ties for my own sake. “Old school manga, anime—“ Now I was entirely disconnected— I assumed this person had listened to my podcast, or at the very least been briefed—and in that instance I was relieved by another passerby, a kind woman, also profoundly distracted by the fact that the man had not one kitten, but two. I quickly made my escape, and though the man seemed to follow, as the woman watched, I made it clear to the woman that she had done me a kindness, and she stood in the way of his following me down the aisle. I nodded her a great thanks, and swiftly disappeared. There is no escape from Skrillex. “What the fuck do you want, Sonny?” While my heart is thumping And my blood is pumping I should let you know, honey What's going on All on autopilot, walking I haven't eaten; I shouldn't even be here In your honor, an apartment— Your birth year in the address Remarkable, A whole hall of parked cars, Cover up the scars with hallmark cards And framed arrangements of newspapers And Trader Joe's paper bags But here you haven't Another hot head, Studies psychology, but still doesn't get it And suffers of course or disassociation Cough, without a losenge Come unhinged at heaven's doorstep Then, walk back to hell With the others— The blackest of the nnlack in black world Where you are Where you belong I shouldn't even be here I haven't even eaten I didn't plan to fast, however I reached the last straw It's all hostile A power struggle And for once my stomach isn't hungry CUse I'm just That upset Cut off the bad parts Cut out the color Just to move forward Four more, then move past that Now you're in our house, But the ball's in your court The extra small leggings from my Gymshark haul became less of a a stretch, and I felt myselfnsteunking considerably—not that it mattered. Soon without protein, I would once again grow weak— and as always, constantly being surrounded by draining people became more of an irritant than a stressor—but the stressor was this; the coordinator, as wel just as much with any one Whatever, I'm bored. Why can't I have deadmau5 Cause that's a no. Come on. No. Please NO. I get sick just on remnicense Of his essesnce Shit, I should get back to that Back to MR, EVANS. Shit, hide dude. Hide WHERE. I dunno! There's nowhere to hide Then RUN! I CAN HEAR YOU. Oh shit dude, Fuck, Just open a portal. NOWAY, MAN. GET IN HERE FUCK THAT. SHHH. There's nothing straight up worse Than sensory overload at the Equinox Turn off your colors, broski Woah slow down, I want you love me; But you won't That cool I'm not lonely, One thumb Hold on to dear life with the other Here comes the other one Getting to close for comfort It's alright I got this There's no place in the world for me; Guess it's back to the dirt for me! There ain't no place on earth I'd rather be Than not on earth Where everything Is nothing Elsewhere Everything is everything Every single Particle of Dust Let's just demolish— —I need some fingernail polish on — such a thoughtless— Never has a day gone by I ain't thought about —what abott it the others— —is that all of us? —don't let me stop ya— Was I interrupting something I'm fucking done with this HOT SAUCE!!!!!! What. Oh yeah, this kid again. Oh wonder. OH WONDER !&,$& He cracks me up. Check this out. What: Kid, come here. Come over here. Is he ok? I don't know: look at this. Cellphone on my hip bone (That hurts, tho) Woah, Am I skinny enough yet, Sonny Fuck it, somebody will love me As long as I'm bony {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

I found Waldo at the Waldorf Astoria, Glory be, I hollered “Gloria” for Mr. Morrison to follow me “Forward, forward, Onward, onward!” Into the night with the impolite gang stalkers And night watch On, but just as honestly implausible and awkward As it is comical What did you want again I saw Santa Claus on the local Holdup It's too early for menopause Ahem I can't follow you to a place with no abortion laws, You fucking moron— Or Mormon, Excuse the aftertaste of ‘Man, I gotta just start telling people I'm a writer.' I just had to pet the kittens—which at first appeared to be just one tiny cat then revealed to be two, by the stranger, who had all but stopped me in the doorway to talk; it seemed of course a little procured—and I must have been followed quite thiuroughly from Whole Foods, to the Guitar Center, and doubling back to CVS—where the man stood at the entryway, a man who at first glance has looked largely like a security guiard, though my red-tinted glasses—which, while dulling the pain from the stress and tension of my current happenstance, also counteracted at least some of the sensory overload I experienced going out and into Manhattan, especially fasting, which I had blamed for the man's sudden appearance at first—Of course, then, however, I more logically surmised that I was probably followed, and that this man was more than likely another agent of some sort; I wondered to myself why exactly besides my way of dressing and courses of action I might have been so interesting; it seemed no law enforcement agency was looking to actually persecute for the tedious petty criminal acts I had been almost required to commit in order to stay alive—and—as it seemed as of late, I had only in my own mind been doomed to the confines of homelessness forever, no matter how bleak the circumstances—and the circumstances were bleak; nothing quite seemed worth it anymore, especially to try in a field in which I had been so numerously ridiculed and perhaps even mocked to the point of failure—where here at least, having not eaten in days, and having the unusual go-around as to what exactly I should spend my money on, or rather—how I should spend it, seeing as there was never enough to get everything I needed at once —and the emphasis was on that of need; I got almost nothing that I wanted, ever, and the totality of my inclement had been spent on clothes that weren't turned to rags, underwear, shoes that would shield my feet from the wet and cold, and of course musical equipment—which one might have equated to a want had it not seemed there was a bounty over my head for whatever reason to continue making music—and there was, some kind of unspoken contract, seemingly between me and God itself, that music was the only thing I had to do; and that even in my undertaking once again of fitness as to somehow accumulate the money I needed for my body contouring and the massive amount of musical equipment and technology I needed, there was nothing I could do but sit and crunch the numbers over and over as to how I could pull off what seemed like a multi-level process—the process od creation without limitations, and self care, where I met at the crossroads with any devil that may have mattered—and of course, where I met this man, cradling two small kittens which distracted me from the act at hand; I was drained, some kind of sick, and had been oversleeping, realizing that in the same way that I was using the fast as waste management, the coconut water that I was using to rehydrate after long hours in the sauna and intense workouts at the gym were wreaking havoc on my bladder, waking up constantly to use the restroom and extending my needs for sleep into the afternoon, at which point I would scramble anxiously in order to ready myself for the day, which always seemed to take more time than it should, considering I simply didn't want to deal with the process of going out into the world—the trek from the ghetto to the mid Manhattan drive had become monotonous and full of obstacles, most often in the form of disgusting individuals in some way or another, or what even seemed to be a cult of annoying and irritating people wearing dirty white Nikes as a show of how powerful a stronghold my exhusband still seemed to have over me— but it did seem to be some kind of excersise, not one which showcased his power, but the power of another entity, which seemed only to be posing as remnicense of him to redirect the intent of whatever cruel hex or curse which had been placed over me. By now, I knew my ex-husband had dug his own grave, that his karma was well on its way and that the powers-that-be would not let slip the hand of justice for what had been done to me, nonetheless in front of my children—no matter what I had done before, or thereafter, I had never deserved that. “You're a creator, what do you do?”, said the man “Music.” I said, without delay. “I know. I can tell. You produce?” He asked. “Yeah.” I replied shortly, not entirely distracted from my intention. “Me too.” He said. “Oh!” I swept; I was much more interested in petting the kitten than speaking about music at all, but at the very least I had it somewhere, probably written on my forehead, that I was a music producer. “What do you use?” I asked, or something like that—but now I was fully distracted, as he had revealed a second cat—a black one—to which I was delighted; my life was a little more empty now than even I had expected—I had cut off any connection to the outside world whatsoever and had learned to live without love at all, and yet— the soft and silky baby fur of the kittens calmed me enough so that I wasn't so anxietal, which was probably what I needed anyway—even showing up at guitar center had given me the sweats I wasn't getting, having missed the gym entirely, and it had seemed as though I had always intended to rest on Saturdays, that my new rest days were Friday, as I almost never made it into the gym in Fridays for whatever reason—however, I had given myself a Pat on the back for a 7- plus day gym streak, and had been running myself ragged, and of course, unable to focus—anytime I heard a song at all, I thought about what I needed to create what was considered “placement-worthy music”, or at least, even music that I could palate. “I'm in FL studio— what about you?” “Ableton.” I said, almost starting another sentence before he cut me off—alerting me to the reality that he could indeed be another agent. “I know.” He said, “How do you know?” I asked, not so curiously as to irritated that he seemed a little too conspicuous, not ever to believe in such a thing as coincidence anyway. “You've got the glasses.” “Oh, the glasses. Yeah.” “You know, he said, I used to have a pair just like that. Where did you get them?” “Amazon, I said, of all the places. Of course.” The next few sentences were a wash, but of course, the entire subject matter swirled around the same mottled object— I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around what the point was, but the intent was made clear instantaneously. “—Skrillex?” “Uh—who's that?” I was suprised myself at the coolness of my own response— it seemed authentic, even to me. “Skrillex.” I shook my head in ‘confusion' “—Skrillex?” “I don't know who that is. I thought I knew everybody.” “I guess I'm an old head,” “Old head,” I chimed “Benga. Rusko…” I was of course being almost openly facetious, almost irritated that anyone dare cohearse an entire conversation if only to bring up Skrillex, the forbidden fruit, the Illuminati poster child with whom I had forcibly cut ties for my own sake. “Old school manga, anime—“ Now I was entirely disconnected— I assumed this person had listened to my podcast, or at the very least been briefed—and in that instance I was relieved by another passerby, a kind woman, also profoundly distracted by the fact that the man had not one kitten, but two. I quickly made my escape, and though the man seemed to follow, as the woman watched, I made it clear to the woman that she had done me a kindness, and she stood in the way of his following me down the aisle. I nodded her a great thanks, and swiftly disappeared. There is no escape from Skrillex. “What the fuck do you want, Sonny?” While my heart is thumping And my blood is pumping I should let you know, honey What's going on All on autopilot, walking I haven't eaten; I shouldn't even be here In your honor, an apartment— Your birth year in the address Remarkable, A whole hall of parked cars, Cover up the scars with hallmark cards And framed arrangements of newspapers And Trader Joe's paper bags But here you haven't Another hot head, Studies psychology, but still doesn't get it And suffers of course or disassociation Cough, without a losenge Come unhinged at heaven's doorstep Then, walk back to hell With the others— The blackest of the nnlack in black world Where you are Where you belong I shouldn't even be here I haven't even eaten I didn't plan to fast, however I reached the last straw It's all hostile A power struggle And for once my stomach isn't hungry CUse I'm just That upset Cut off the bad parts Cut out the color Just to move forward Four more, then move past that Now you're in our house, But the ball's in your court The extra small leggings from my Gymshark haul became less of a a stretch, and I felt myselfnsteunking considerably—not that it mattered. Soon without protein, I would once again grow weak— and as always, constantly being surrounded by draining people became more of an irritant than a stressor—but the stressor was this; the coordinator, as wel just as much with any one Whatever, I'm bored. Why can't I have deadmau5 Cause that's a no. Come on. No. Please NO. I get sick just on remnicense Of his essesnce Shit, I should get back to that Back to MR, EVANS. Shit, hide dude. Hide WHERE. I dunno! There's nowhere to hide Then RUN! I CAN HEAR YOU. Oh shit dude, Fuck, Just open a portal. NOWAY, MAN. GET IN HERE FUCK THAT. SHHH. There's nothing straight up worse Than sensory overload at the Equinox Turn off your colors, broski Woah slow down, I want you love me; But you won't That cool I'm not lonely, One thumb Hold on to dear life with the other Here comes the other one Getting to close for comfort It's alright I got this There's no place in the world for me; Guess it's back to the dirt for me! There ain't no place on earth I'd rather be Than not on earth Where everything Is nothing Elsewhere Everything is everything Every single Particle of Dust Let's just demolish— —I need some fingernail polish on — such a thoughtless— Never has a day gone by I ain't thought about —what abott it the others— —is that all of us? —don't let me stop ya— Was I interrupting something I'm fucking done with this HOT SAUCE!!!!!! What. Oh yeah, this kid again. Oh wonder. OH WONDER !&,$& He cracks me up. Check this out. What: Kid, come here. Come over here. Is he ok? I don't know: look at this. Cellphone on my hip bone (That hurts, tho) Woah, Am I skinny enough yet, Sonny Fuck it, somebody will love me As long as I'm bony {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

I found Waldo at the Waldorf Astoria, Glory be, I hollered “Gloria” for Mr. Morrison to follow me “Forward, forward, Onward, onward!” Into the night with the impolite gang stalkers And night watch On, but just as honestly implausible and awkward As it is comical What did you want again I saw Santa Claus on the local Holdup It's too early for menopause Ahem I can't follow you to a place with no abortion laws, You fucking moron— Or Mormon, Excuse the aftertaste of ‘Man, I gotta just start telling people I'm a writer.' I just had to pet the kittens—which at first appeared to be just one tiny cat then revealed to be two, by the stranger, who had all but stopped me in the doorway to talk; it seemed of course a little procured—and I must have been followed quite thiuroughly from Whole Foods, to the Guitar Center, and doubling back to CVS—where the man stood at the entryway, a man who at first glance has looked largely like a security guiard, though my red-tinted glasses—which, while dulling the pain from the stress and tension of my current happenstance, also counteracted at least some of the sensory overload I experienced going out and into Manhattan, especially fasting, which I had blamed for the man's sudden appearance at first—Of course, then, however, I more logically surmised that I was probably followed, and that this man was more than likely another agent of some sort; I wondered to myself why exactly besides my way of dressing and courses of action I might have been so interesting; it seemed no law enforcement agency was looking to actually persecute for the tedious petty criminal acts I had been almost required to commit in order to stay alive—and—as it seemed as of late, I had only in my own mind been doomed to the confines of homelessness forever, no matter how bleak the circumstances—and the circumstances were bleak; nothing quite seemed worth it anymore, especially to try in a field in which I had been so numerously ridiculed and perhaps even mocked to the point of failure—where here at least, having not eaten in days, and having the unusual go-around as to what exactly I should spend my money on, or rather—how I should spend it, seeing as there was never enough to get everything I needed at once —and the emphasis was on that of need; I got almost nothing that I wanted, ever, and the totality of my inclement had been spent on clothes that weren't turned to rags, underwear, shoes that would shield my feet from the wet and cold, and of course musical equipment—which one might have equated to a want had it not seemed there was a bounty over my head for whatever reason to continue making music—and there was, some kind of unspoken contract, seemingly between me and God itself, that music was the only thing I had to do; and that even in my undertaking once again of fitness as to somehow accumulate the money I needed for my body contouring and the massive amount of musical equipment and technology I needed, there was nothing I could do but sit and crunch the numbers over and over as to how I could pull off what seemed like a multi-level process—the process od creation without limitations, and self care, where I met at the crossroads with any devil that may have mattered—and of course, where I met this man, cradling two small kittens which distracted me from the act at hand; I was drained, some kind of sick, and had been oversleeping, realizing that in the same way that I was using the fast as waste management, the coconut water that I was using to rehydrate after long hours in the sauna and intense workouts at the gym were wreaking havoc on my bladder, waking up constantly to use the restroom and extending my needs for sleep into the afternoon, at which point I would scramble anxiously in order to ready myself for the day, which always seemed to take more time than it should, considering I simply didn't want to deal with the process of going out into the world—the trek from the ghetto to the mid Manhattan drive had become monotonous and full of obstacles, most often in the form of disgusting individuals in some way or another, or what even seemed to be a cult of annoying and irritating people wearing dirty white Nikes as a show of how powerful a stronghold my exhusband still seemed to have over me— but it did seem to be some kind of excersise, not one which showcased his power, but the power of another entity, which seemed only to be posing as remnicense of him to redirect the intent of whatever cruel hex or curse which had been placed over me. By now, I knew my ex-husband had dug his own grave, that his karma was well on its way and that the powers-that-be would not let slip the hand of justice for what had been done to me, nonetheless in front of my children—no matter what I had done before, or thereafter, I had never deserved that. “You're a creator, what do you do?”, said the man “Music.” I said, without delay. “I know. I can tell. You produce?” He asked. “Yeah.” I replied shortly, not entirely distracted from my intention. “Me too.” He said. “Oh!” I swept; I was much more interested in petting the kitten than speaking about music at all, but at the very least I had it somewhere, probably written on my forehead, that I was a music producer. “What do you use?” I asked, or something like that—but now I was fully distracted, as he had revealed a second cat—a black one—to which I was delighted; my life was a little more empty now than even I had expected—I had cut off any connection to the outside world whatsoever and had learned to live without love at all, and yet— the soft and silky baby fur of the kittens calmed me enough so that I wasn't so anxietal, which was probably what I needed anyway—even showing up at guitar center had given me the sweats I wasn't getting, having missed the gym entirely, and it had seemed as though I had always intended to rest on Saturdays, that my new rest days were Friday, as I almost never made it into the gym in Fridays for whatever reason—however, I had given myself a Pat on the back for a 7- plus day gym streak, and had been running myself ragged, and of course, unable to focus—anytime I heard a song at all, I thought about what I needed to create what was considered “placement-worthy music”, or at least, even music that I could palate. “I'm in FL studio— what about you?” “Ableton.” I said, almost starting another sentence before he cut me off—alerting me to the reality that he could indeed be another agent. “I know.” He said, “How do you know?” I asked, not so curiously as to irritated that he seemed a little too conspicuous, not ever to believe in such a thing as coincidence anyway. “You've got the glasses.” “Oh, the glasses. Yeah.” “You know, he said, I used to have a pair just like that. Where did you get them?” “Amazon, I said, of all the places. Of course.” The next few sentences were a wash, but of course, the entire subject matter swirled around the same mottled object— I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around what the point was, but the intent was made clear instantaneously. “—Skrillex?” “Uh—who's that?” I was suprised myself at the coolness of my own response— it seemed authentic, even to me. “Skrillex.” I shook my head in ‘confusion' “—Skrillex?” “I don't know who that is. I thought I knew everybody.” “I guess I'm an old head,” “Old head,” I chimed “Benga. Rusko…” I was of course being almost openly facetious, almost irritated that anyone dare cohearse an entire conversation if only to bring up Skrillex, the forbidden fruit, the Illuminati poster child with whom I had forcibly cut ties for my own sake. “Old school manga, anime—“ Now I was entirely disconnected— I assumed this person had listened to my podcast, or at the very least been briefed—and in that instance I was relieved by another passerby, a kind woman, also profoundly distracted by the fact that the man had not one kitten, but two. I quickly made my escape, and though the man seemed to follow, as the woman watched, I made it clear to the woman that she had done me a kindness, and she stood in the way of his following me down the aisle. I nodded her a great thanks, and swiftly disappeared. There is no escape from Skrillex. “What the fuck do you want, Sonny?” While my heart is thumping And my blood is pumping I should let you know, honey What's going on All on autopilot, walking I haven't eaten; I shouldn't even be here In your honor, an apartment— Your birth year in the address Remarkable, A whole hall of parked cars, Cover up the scars with hallmark cards And framed arrangements of newspapers And Trader Joe's paper bags But here you haven't Another hot head, Studies psychology, but still doesn't get it And suffers of course or disassociation Cough, without a losenge Come unhinged at heaven's doorstep Then, walk back to hell With the others— The blackest of the nnlack in black world Where you are Where you belong I shouldn't even be here I haven't even eaten I didn't plan to fast, however I reached the last straw It's all hostile A power struggle And for once my stomach isn't hungry CUse I'm just That upset Cut off the bad parts Cut out the color Just to move forward Four more, then move past that Now you're in our house, But the ball's in your court The extra small leggings from my Gymshark haul became less of a a stretch, and I felt myselfnsteunking considerably—not that it mattered. Soon without protein, I would once again grow weak— and as always, constantly being surrounded by draining people became more of an irritant than a stressor—but the stressor was this; the coordinator, as wel just as much with any one Whatever, I'm bored. Why can't I have deadmau5 Cause that's a no. Come on. No. Please NO. I get sick just on remnicense Of his essesnce Shit, I should get back to that Back to MR, EVANS. Shit, hide dude. Hide WHERE. I dunno! There's nowhere to hide Then RUN! I CAN HEAR YOU. Oh shit dude, Fuck, Just open a portal. NOWAY, MAN. GET IN HERE FUCK THAT. SHHH. There's nothing straight up worse Than sensory overload at the Equinox Turn off your colors, broski Woah slow down, I want you love me; But you won't That cool I'm not lonely, One thumb Hold on to dear life with the other Here comes the other one Getting to close for comfort It's alright I got this There's no place in the world for me; Guess it's back to the dirt for me! There ain't no place on earth I'd rather be Than not on earth Where everything Is nothing Elsewhere Everything is everything Every single Particle of Dust Let's just demolish— —I need some fingernail polish on — such a thoughtless— Never has a day gone by I ain't thought about —what abott it the others— —is that all of us? —don't let me stop ya— Was I interrupting something I'm fucking done with this HOT SAUCE!!!!!! What. Oh yeah, this kid again. Oh wonder. OH WONDER !&,$& He cracks me up. Check this out. What: Kid, come here. Come over here. Is he ok? I don't know: look at this. Cellphone on my hip bone (That hurts, tho) Woah, Am I skinny enough yet, Sonny Fuck it, somebody will love me As long as I'm bony {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

Celebrating my 50th birthday with my great friend Marc Dicks who also celebrated his 50th 24 hours earlier, together we hooked up with a few beers in studio one at www.platinumradiolondon.com and smashed this one out for all you nu skool ravers! Tracklisting 1. Re-Ab Productions - It's All About House 2. Gat Decor - Passion (Manston & Simms, Scott Mac Reboot) 3. Mole, Joyce Booke - Up To No Good 4. Escrima - Train Of Thought (Ruffloaderz & Deedods Remix) 5. Marvel Riot - Feel The Melody 6. DJ Matt Black, Kyle Wesley (UK) - Grim Down South 7. Fragma - Toca's Miracle (Sonny Noto Remix) 8. Rasco, Jonay - Come On 9. Genaside II - Narra Mine (Shades Of Rhythm Remix) 10. Perpetual Motion - Keep On Dancin' (Let's Go) (Manston & Simms X Luv Foundation (UK) Remix) 11. Farayen, Liam Parkins - Era '98 12. Re-Ab Productions - 2 Funky In Here 13. Leena Punks, Sub-X - Dawn Of The Dead Oi Oi & Enjoy!

Time to sit back, relax and enjoy tons of new Smooth Jazz music from all around the world. Just look at the tracklist below. Download this MIX for your iPod or mp3 player here. Tracklisting ⤵️: 00:00 – Intro | Sponsored by https://www.NinjaGram.app | https://www.NinjaTok.com 01:05 – Dee Brown – The Thing Is (@deebrownmusic) 04:53 … Continue reading "▶️ 70 Minute Mix of New Smooth Jazz Music | 09-26-2023 | 24/7 Music Smooth Jazz Radio" The post ▶️ 70 Minute Mix of New Smooth Jazz Music | 09-26-2023 | 24/7 Music Smooth Jazz Radio appeared first on JazzDiscover.com.

In this episode, the Goods from the Woods Boys are hangin' at Disgraceland with comedian, writer, and all around hilarious person: Emily Fleming! We start this one off by testing out the Peeps-flavored Pepsi Easter Edition. Then we take a trip down to Music City U.S.A. for a tour of Emily Fleming's hometown (and Carter's old stomping grounds) of Nashville, Tennessee. We make our Top 3 lists of celebrities that we'd want in our inner circles and Tom Petty's "I Won't Back Down" is our JAM OF THE WEEK! Emily is an absolute delight and we just know that you're gonna love this one so give us a listen!  Follow Emily on Twitter @FlemilyEming and on Instagram @EmFlemily.  Follow the show on Twitter @TheGoodsPod.  Rivers is @RiversLangley  Sam is @SlamHarter  Carter is @Carter_Glascock Subscribe on Patreon for HOURS of bonus content! http://patreon.com/TheGoodsPod Pick up a Goods from the Woods t-shirt at: http://prowrestlingtees.com/TheGoodsPod

January '23 shaping up quite nicely! Tracklisting 1. Ultra Nate, Pete Tong, Jules Buckley - Free (Do What U Want) (LP Giobbi Club Edit) 2. Ape Rebellion - Let's Get Ill 3. Samuele Sartini, Jonk & Spook, DJ Roland Clark - We Kept Dancing 4. Pig & Dan - Pull Up To The Bumper (Extended Disco Mix) 5. Annabell Kowalski - Hey Boy Hey Girl 6. Kendall - Come To Me (Club Mix) 7. Bougenvilla, Nome Ft. Chris Alain - Long Train 8. Tony Cortez Ft. Orito Cantora - La Negra 9. Atlantic Ocean - Waterfall (Cassimm Remix) 10. Jasmine Knight, Tom Brownlow - Walk The Other Way 11. Essel - Lennon 12. Lil Wayne - A Milli (Sidepiece Remix) 13. Big Miz, Hayley Zalassi - Strange Faces 14. D.O.D - Set Me Free 15. James Hurr, Letwing : Kody, I Jah - Music Is The Medication Enjoy & Thanks for listening in!

Tracklisting: 1. Rony Breaker, Nathan Thomas - Elevate (Miguel Migs Salty Space Dub) 2. Danny Tenaglia - The Brooklyn Gypsy 3. Angelo Ferreri, Moon Rocket Ft. LauMii - Running Out (Angelo Ferreri 'Glitter' Mix) 4. Waterstone, Amanda Wilson - It's Over Now (Extended Vocal Mix) 5. Qubiko, Enlery - Glory 6. Kerri Chandler, Lady Linn - You Get Lost In It (The Warehouse Project) (Full Vocal Main Mix) 7. Mr. V - Jus Dance (Dennis Quin Remix) 8. Angelo Ferreri - Breath 9. NY's Finest, Victor Simonelli - Do You Feel Me (Odyssey Inc. Remix) 10. Start The Party - I Feel Love (Kevin McKay Extended Remix) 11. Butch - No Worries (Toman Rmx) 12. B Beat Girls - For The Same Man (Nic Fanciuilli Remix) Happy New Year & thanks for listening / stopping by!

DJ Podcast including 90s, 00s and 10s tunes from various different genre's!

Bring on the drums: 1. Lubelski - Scatter Drill 2. The Deepshakerz - Capo Verde (Tribal Mix) 3. Silver Ivanov & Charlie Spot - Chain Reaction 4. Sllash & Doppe - Fiesta 5. Jamie Jones & Ameme - Pliva 6. The Deepshakerz - El Ninoh (2022 Rework) 7. Stylo, Space Motion - Yeke Yeke 8. Ameme - Drum Beat (Joeski Remix) 9. Denney - El Lodo 10. Twolate - Que Lo Que 11. Hassler - Sabor 12. The Deepshakerz Ft. Rion S - Sirens 13. DJ Pierre Ft. Chic Loren - I Feel Love (Monkey Safari Remix) Enjoy!

Café Mambo once again opens its doors for its 28th season and Mambo Brothers are here to get you right in the mood for getting back to the dancefloors and throwing some shapes this summer… finally! Summer has started on the White Island of Ibiza; things are warming up and, as ever, Café Mambo is ready and waiting for you all to join us here on the sunset strip. This month's music comes from Blond:ish, John Summit, Jack Back, Talizman, and our very own Mambo Brothers, plus Café Mambo Regulars wally Lopez & Sam Divine. Also, with an exclusive Brand-new mix Recorded especially for Mambo Radio, we welcome Café Mambo Favourite and all-round legend Paul Oakenfold. To finish, off the show with a fantastic 30 Minute Mix. Follow us at: www.instagram.com/mamboibiza www.facebook.com/mambo www.twitter.com/mamboibiza Plus get more of the best electronic music 24/7 on Café Mambo Radio – www.cafemamboibiza.com/cafe-mambo-radio

Enjoy The Mix!  Questions/Inquiries -> ronniezim@gmail.com00:00 | Like That | Seamus D04:45 | Wait a Minute | Reece Low08:30 | They Speak (Ow) | Ownboss10:55 | State of Mind (feat. Sarah de Warren) | Bingo Players, Sarah de Warren12:00 | Baby | Charli XCX14:20 | Jacques | Tove Lo, Jax Jones17:28 | I Wanna Dance | Jonas Blue21:35 | The Power | Kevin Andrews, K6925:20 | Ferrari | James Hype, Miggy Dela Rosa27:50 | Don't Stop The Music | Richard Grey31:30 | Jumpin' | CID, Westend33:48 | Get This Party Started | Westend35:48 | Blah Blah Blah | Armin van Buuren39:15 | Would I Lie to You (Club Mix) | David Guetta45:00 | My Universe (David Guetta Remix) | Coldplay, BTS48:01 | Into You | Ariana Grande51:15 | Bad Habits vs. Shivers (RJZ mashup) | Ed Sheeran55:15 | Find You | Zedd, Matthew Koma, Miriam Bryant

Tracklisting: 1. Sean Finn - Disco Revenge 2021 (Cassimm Remix) 2. Felix Da Housecat, Miss Kittin, David Guetta - Silver Screen (Shower Scene) (Club Mix) 3. Swedish House Mafia Ft. Sting - Redlight 4. Kaiser Souzai - The Man With The Red Face (Classic Redux) 5. Delerium, Sarah McLachlan - Silence (Avira Remix) 6. Sllash & Doppe - Johnny Deeper 7. Simon Doty - Trance Tool 8. Eynka - Freefall 9. Ferreck Dawn & Jem Cooke - Back Tomorrow (LP Giobbi Remix) 10. B.U.U.G - Loonz 11. Fickry - Dirty Son Of A Gun (22 Weeks Remix) 12. Sub-X - What You Do To Me (LF System Remix) 13. Storm, Jam El Mar, Rebuke - Storm 2022 Enjoy!

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Hey Everybody! Loads of new music in Episode 051! All the best in trance from around the world! 1. Chris Cargo - Space Between 2. Conures & Clean Tears - On My Soul (Keni Sekiguchi Remix) 3. Tritonal & EMME - Out of the Dark (Extended Mix) 4. Kudus & Diandra Faye - Limitless (Extended Mix) 5. Peter Feel - Heart of Glass (Extended Mix) 6. Alex Metric & Ten Ven - Otic (Extended Mix) 7. The Thrillseekers - Synaesthesia (Umek Remix) 8. Age of Love - Age of Love (Charlotte De Witte Remix) 9. I.D - I.D 10. Hazrain Norman - Vain (Extended Mix) 11. Factor B - Sea of Thoughts (Extended Club Mix) 12. Alexander Popov & Paul Oakenfold - Angel 13. Ralphie B - Massive (Dan Thompson Remix) *60 Minute Mix* 14. Rich Campbell - Appetite For Disruption (Original Mix) 15. Hels.Yeah - Mad As Hell (Rich Campbell Remix) 16. Omega Drive - Crazy Like Lora (Original Mix) 17. ELV - Vibration (Original Mix) 18. en-trance - I.D 19. Impulse Wave - Interstellar (Extended Mix) 20. Omega Drive - Dream Of My Soul (Original Mix) 21. Omega Drive - Inside Your Brain (Original Mix) 22. Zatox - Bass & Acid (Original Mix) 23. en-Trance - I.D 24. Dizmaster - The Punchline (Original Mix) **Substance Selection** Dizmaster - The Punchline ***Classic Cut*** Lange feat Skye - Drifting Away promos@substancerecords.co.uk podcast@substancerecords.co.uk facebook.com/substancerecordsuk

Hey Everyone, Regular listeners will know I absolutely love the Millennium period for music, and still remains for me the peak years for dance music. Fast forward to the modern day, here is a 90 minute mix featuring some of those trance classics with a modern melodic twist. Hope you enjoy! Tracklist: 1. Energy 52 - Cafe Del Mar (Tale of Us Renaissance Remix) 2. Reflekt, Delline Bass - Need To Feel Loved (Christoph Remix) 3. Svet, Micaele - Greece 2000 4. Killahurtz - Return to West On 27th (Hernan Cattaneo & Martin Garcia Killa Breaks Mix) 5. Motorcycle - As The Rush Comes (Christoph Remix) 6. York - On The Beach (Kryder Remix) 7. Mauro Picotto - Lizard (Andrea Signore Remix) 8. Lustral - Everytime (Sultan & Shepard Remix) 9. Chicane Ft. Moya Brennan - Saltwater (Kryder Remix) 10. Solarstone - Seven Cities (Tom Staar Remix) 11. Jam & Spoon - Stella (Kolsch Remix Long) 12. Ayla - Ayla (Ayla 2010 Remix) 13. Humate - Love Stimulation (Glenn Morrison & Bruce Aisher Remix) 14. Freefall, Jan Johnston - Skydive (Paul Thomas & Bluum Pres. BPT Extended Remix) 15. Sasha - Expander

Here goes another LIVE DJ set recorded at a recent in-store. Some newer r&b, hip hop and classic pop stuff. Mixed just for you with love. Enjoy.

30-minutes of H.E.R.

Invasion Crew present.... BBC 1Xtra Heatless Crew 30 Minute Mix (Clean)

Hey Everyone! Episode 047 brings you a fresh update on the trance world and a true progressive trance classic this month! 1. ilace - Solos (Original Mix) 2. Sainte Vie - Cenote (Original Mix) 3. Eli & Fur - Come Back Around 4. ilace - Merak (Original Mix) 5. Good Gum - Like a Friend (Original Mix) 6. Gorgon City feat Grace Grundy - Tears (Original Mix) 7. Marius Drescher - We Had It All 8. Yokai & Faucon feat Sink - Stronger 9. Taylor Torrence Feat. Natalie Major - If We Say Goodbye (Steve Brain Extended Mix) 10. Sickcode - Future Secrets (Original Mix) 11. Belokrinitsky pres Onstream89 - The Winter (Original Mix) 12. BarWall - Galactika (Original Mix) **60 Minute Mix** 13. DJ Sakin - Dreams of Eternity (Club Mix) Substance Selection 14. Factor B feat Cat Martin - Vacancy 15. Andy Jornee - 4You (U7Trance4You) 16. en-Trance - Heart & Soul 17. Christopher Corrigan - Accept What It Is (Extended Mix) 18. Blue Serigala - Game Over (Extended Mix) 19. Renegade System - Warlock (Original Mix) 20. Tasso - Indifference (Original Mix) 21. Abstract Vision & Aimoon - Abstractivate (Extended Tech Mix) 22. I.D - I.D ***Classic Cut*** Mekka - Diamond Back promos@substancerecords.co.uk podcast@substancerecords.co.uk facebook.com/substancerecordsuk

Hey Everyone! Episode 046 is full of the latest progressive, uplifting, tech and hard trance plus a truly 'classic' classic cut! 1. The Midnight Snack - Personal Reflection (Original Mix) 2. Grue & Tali Muss - We Come (Original Mix) 3. 2Wizard - Levitation (Original Mix) 4. VolumeStep - Hold On To Me (Original Mix) 5. Electric Dada - Waiting For You (Pittarius Code Remix) 6. F4T4L3RR0R - Unlimited (Extended Mix) 7. Noinne feat Sub Question - Edge of Lifetime (Extended Mix) 8. Abstract Vision & Aimoon - Abstractivate (Extended Pure Mix) 9. Faithless - God Is A DJ (J.O.S.E.F Remix) *60 Minute Mix* 10. Jordan Suckley - Tranceformations (en-Trance Remix) 11. Storm - Time To Burn (Ryan K ReWork) 12. Anhydrite - Topaz (XiJaro & Pitch Remix) 13. Alex StarSound - Dwarf Shortage (The Digital Blonde's Last To Know It's Raining Mix) 14. en-Trance - Heart & Soul 15. G8 - Boom & I Know Them Out (Greg Downey ReWork) 16. Quench - Dreams 2021 (Marlo Remix) **Substance Selection** 17. Vision X & Impulse Wave - Keras (Original Mix) 18. en-Trance - The Bassline 19. Double D - Sash Or Chicane ***Classic Cut*** Rank 1 - Symsonic (It's Up To You) (Dumonde Remix) promos@substancerecords.co.uk podcast@substancerecords.co.uk facebook.com/substancerecordsuk

An exclusive mix I did for 'Find Yourself' featuring 90 minutes of pure House music fire! Full track list here - https://www.1001tracklists.com/tracklist/23bqjqyt/henry-hacking-find-yourself-podcast-0018-2021-04-01.html

Hello Everyone, Episode 043 is a special episode featuring a guest mix from rising star Dynamik. Dynamik has cut a mix of pure uplifting and euphoric trance, just what is needed! *Dynamik Guest Mix* **60 Minute Mix with en-Trance** 1. DJ Noise - Wake Up Little Child (Madwave Remix) 2. I.D - I.D ***Substance Selection*** 3. Dynamik - Deliberations (Original Mix) 4. Matt Edwards and Simon McCann - Safe Inside (Will Rees Remix) 5. Phil Reynolds - Tiers For Fears (Rework) 6. en-Trance - Moments In Life (Original Mix) 7. Richard Duran - The Open 8. Nick The Kids - Spiral (Original Mix) 9. I.D - I.D 10. DJ Century & Wavetraxx - Lazarus 2020 (Wavetraxx Club Mix) 11. JTB Live - Energy (Original Mix) 12. David Rust & Renegade System - Don't Give Up ****Classic Cut**** En-Motion - Getting Away With It (The Thrillseekers Vocal Mix) promos@substancerecords.co.uk podcast@substancerecords.co.uk facebook.com/substancerecordsuk

TIME TO PALL OUT ALL THE OLD SKOOL CLASSIS GARGAE AND DONE A 80 MINUTE MIX

Welcome to an Old Skool Mix which I haven't done for a while! Tracklisting 1. The Future Sound of London - Papua New Guinea 2. Leftfield - Open Up (Full Vocal Mix) 3. Gat Décor - Passion (Of Your Passion) (12" Mix) 4. Day V Lately - Pulse & Thunder 5. Hyper Go Go - High 6. New Atlantic - I Know (Original Flute Mix) 7. Age Of Love - The Age Of Love (Jam & Spoon Watch Out For Stella Remix) 8. Prohibition Peech Boys Vs. Subliminal Cuts - Subliminal Peach 9. U.S.U.R.A - Open Your Mind 2007 10. Unknown - Unknown (White Label)

End of 2020 HAWAI RMX - MALUMA & THE WEEKND LA CANCION - J BALVIN & BAD BUNNY LIGHTER - SHENSEEA, TARRUS RILEY & RVSSIAN MAKE ME FEEL - SKIP MARLEY FT. ARI LENNOX GO CRAZY - CHRIS BROWN & YOUNG THUG COMPENSATING - AMINE FT. YOUNG THUG HIGH FASHION - RODDY RICCH FT. DJ MUSTARD THE WOO - POP SMOKE SPICY - TY DOLLA SIGN FT. POST MALONE WHAT THAT SPEED BOUT!? - MIKE WILL MADE IT FT NICKI MINAJ TAP IN - SAWEETIE SCORING - KALAN.FRFR BACK TO YOU - OT GENASIS FT. CHRIS BROWN & CHARLIE WILSON ONE DANCE HMC RMX - DRAKE LOYAL - PARTYNEXTDOOR FT. DRAKE THANK U, NEXT HMC RMX - ARIANA GRANDE BACK TO THE STREETS - SAWEETIE FT. JHENE AIKO LIKE THAT - DOJA CAT FT. GUCCI MANE TEEN SCENE - MAETA FT. BUDDY JEWELZ - ANDERSON PAAK DON’T RUSH RMX - YOUNG T & BUGSEY FT. DABABY ROVER RMX - S1MBA FT. LIL TECCA DAKITI - BAD BUNNY & JHAY CORTEZ DEL MAR - OZUNA, DOJA CAT & SIA GOOSEBUMPS - HVME WON’T BE LATE - SWAE LEE FT. DRAKE ON MY MIND - DIPLO, SIDEPIECE ONE KISS DOTS PER INCH RMX - CALVIN HARRIS & DUA LIPA DON’T START NOW - DUA LIPA YOU MAKE ME SABER RMX - AVICII VS FELGUK HOT GIRL BUMMER MIKE D RMX - BLACKBEAR QUE CALOR BOOTLEG - MAJOR LAZER ROSES RMX - SAINT JHN FT. J BALVIN LAUGH NOW CRY LATER - DRAKE FT. LIL DURK PARTY GIRL - STAYSOLIDROCKY YOUNG WHEEZY - NAV FT. GUNNA SAID SUM - MONEYBAGG YO TYLER HERRO - JACK HARLOW GO BABY - BRS KASH CAN I - KEHLANI FT. TORY LANEZ KACEY TALK - YOUNGBOY NEVER BROKE AGAIN LEMONADE RMX - INTERNET MONEY, DON TOLIVER WHOOPTY - CJ DON’T STOP MEGAN THEE STALLION FT. YOUNG THUG WHATS POPPIN - JACK HARLOW NEED IT - MIGOS FT. YOUNGBOY NEVER BROKE AGAIN DON’T LIKE ME - RICO NASTY FT. GUCCI MANE & DON TOLIVER GIFTED - CORDAE FT. RODDY RICCH BS JUSTIN CREDIBLE RMX - JHENE AIKO FT. HER NOT ANOTHER LOVE SONG - ELLA MAI STUNTIN ON YOU - TYLA YAWEH WALK EM DOWN - NLE CHOPPA FT RODDY RICCH WHAT YOU KNOW BOUT LOVE - POP SMOKE B.I.T.C.H - MEGAN THEE STALLION ORANGE SODA - BABY KEEM RNB - YOUNG DOLPH FT. MEGAN THEE STALLION ROCKSTAR - DABABY FT. RODDY RICCH BRAND NEW - BINO RIDEAUX FT. BLXST BLUEBERRY FAYGO - LIL MOSEY BODY - MEGAN THEE STALLION

days when life gets tense call for hip openers, hip openers, and more hip openers. t this is the Floorwork component in the third volume in a series of mix-and-match practices that are good on their own…and play well together! want to support this podcast and get bonus full-length 30, 60 and 90 minute practices daily? become a patron for $12/month at www.patreon.com/threedogyoga. want to practice with us live on Zoom? go to threedogyoga.com for more info. 

20 minutes of standing work focused on hip mobility, any time you need to squeeze a practice in...or get a longer practice started.   this is the second chapter in the third volume of mix-and-match practices that are good on their own...and play well together.   we offer livestream yoga classes seven days a week from our studio in santa rosa, ca...want to join us live? visit www.threedogyoga.com to learn more!   would you like to support this podcast, and get access to our library of 60 minute full-length classes? join our patronage at www.patreon.com/threedogyoga

RAINY DAY MUSIC TO UNDERSTAND

20 minutes of moving meditation, any time you need to squeeze a practice in...or get a longer practice started.   this is the first chapter in the third volume of mix-and-match practices that are good on their own...and play well together.   we offer livestream yoga classes seven days a week from our studio in santa rosa, ca...want to join us live? visit www.threedogyoga.com to learn more!

20 minutes of core strengthening & moving meditation. good any time you need to squeeze a practice in...or get a longer practice started.   this is the second volume in a series of mix-and-match practices that are good on their own...and play well together!   want to support this podcast and get bonus full-length 30, 60 and 90 minute practices daily? become a patron for $12/month at www.patreon.com/threedogyoga. want to practice with us live on Zoom? go to threedogyoga.com for more info.   

This was one awesome show from start to finish with 21 of the very finest NEW & UNRELEASED Indie rock and alternative rock bangers plus a full on, all vinyl, exclusive funk mix. Not only that, we were back in the studio for our first live show in over 3 months and it was like riding a bike! I guess after 7 years of doing this, it had to be good!! So we went BIG this week with tunes from: Slackrr - Reflections Mint - M180 Creature Creature - The Early Days Apollo Junction - Sometime The Institutes - Heal In Time Electric Enemy - Hollow Eyes Spinn - Stuck On A Feeling Red Rum Club - Eleanor Let Man Loose - Victory Lap Glass Violet - Clockwork The Taboos - Innovative Thinking XOXO - Shutdown Wild Horse - Don't Want You To Go The Velvet Hands - When This Is Over (Were Going Down The Pub) Calm - Is There Anybody Alive Out There Reclaim Vienna - Imfamous 88/89 - Wide Open The Palpitations - Lights Out Dutch Criminal Record - Feel Good Alvarez Kings - Words I Couldn't Say Tony Goff & The Broken Colours - Rearrange Esteban - Suburban Paradise 25ThC / Original Forty Fivers - 20 Minute Mix - 7x7 Exclusive Mix - Funk 2 The Top 10 Tunes of the week will be dropped on Sunday at 7pm, so keep an eye out for that. Let me know who was your favourite track? If you want to find out more about the show or listen to previous show with great new tracks, then head over to the website at www.ThePremiumBlendRadioShow.co.uk. You can also submit your new tune via the website or email at Submissions@ThePremiumBlendRadioShow.co.uk

Just like Vin Diesel, we're coming in fast & furious this week with tons of banging new tunes to keep you entertained. With over 20 of the finest new guitar driven tunes with 6 unreleased, this week once again is designed to get you rocking. Plus we see the return of the 20 Minute Mix as DJ Diranged has stepped up to the 1's & 2's to drop a Beats 'n' Breaks Mix. The show running order is: Mint - Turbulance Himalayas - We Love To Hate The Wolfhounds - Can't See The Light Sunset Jet - Happiness Is A Work Of Art Flashfires - Quicker Than The Eye Just Drive - Soneone To Love Honey Lung - Big (Modern Age Music Release Radar Track of The Week) Pacific - Last Life The Gallery - Pesticide Vialetters - Uylesses DJ Diranged - Beats 'n' Breaks Mix Reclaim Vienna - Modern Times She Robot - Obsessed With You The Skinner Brothers - Away Days The Dryas - Boy Foxhaunt - Open Water Forgetting the Future - Inhaler Blue River - Tetsuo Vaccine7 - Poison Mawpit - Natures Curse Nothing But Real - We Are Nothing But Real Animal Breakdown - Night Garden Don't Call Me Ishmael - The Night Chung Ling Soo Died Not even Vin Diesel could handle this weeks show, are you man/woman enough? If you would like to find out more about the show or submit your new tune, head over to the website at www.ThePremiumBlendRadioShow.co.uk

*Recorded April 1st*   BFF's Queen ShanShan and Heather Johnson team up again on a call and talk about how she is coping with running her business during the COVID19 era. Heather is a CEO of a successful business in California and discusses the new challenges that she is currently facing with running her company, being an instant teacher to her son Mason and maintaining a household.   Instagram: QueenShanShan Twitter: a_broad_prod Facebook Page: Abroadproductions www.Abroadproductions.com

Welcome to Monstercat's Mix Contest. Today's episode is an exclusive mix made by Ethani Tracklist https://monster.cat/38XOaAt We hope you enjoy the show.

Welcome to Monstercat's Mix Contest. Today's episode is an exclusive mix made by Silver Skies Tracklist https://monster.cat/3l7J2zf We hope you enjoy the show.

This week is off the scale! We went full on from the off this week, so get ready to strap yourself in!! Joining us in the studio this week was Ska-Punk outfit, Doctor Gonzo who came in to make some noise and smash it to within an inch of their lives. Giving you 5 brand new tracks off their forthcoming new album Renegade Grenade due out on the 16th December 2019. If you love what you hear, get down to Bar 42, Worthing on the 15th December 2019 for the album launch show. This week's playlist was nothing short of outstanding. If you don't find a new track to love, I'll be very surprised!! Sugarwolf - Scared of The Dark Boxteles - Ready For Action Capital Fuzz - Colourful Remarks Bellevue Days - S.A.D. The Lathums - I Know That Much Tom Lumley & The Brave Liaison - Casual Doctor Gonzo - No Way Out (LIVE) The Gallerys - On The Other Side Blithe - A Thousand Times Doctor Gonzo - Getaway (LIVE) King Kartel - Gunslinger Calum Lintott - Hideaway Suncharmer - The Arizona Outlaws Doctor Gonzo - Crisis Of Confidence (LIVE) The Zangwills - Painting By Numbers Doctor Gonzo - Wasted (LIVE) The Pagans S.O.H. - Black Jesus The Gallery - Pesticide Doctor Gonzo - Renegade Grenade (LIVE) Frank Greene Band - Turn It Loose Unsung LIlly - Demons 25ThC of Original Forty Fivers - 20 Minute Mix - 7x7 Male Vocalists Mix ( All 7" Vinyl Mix) Check out more about the show or send your new & unreleased bangers via www.ThePremiumBlendRadioShow.co.uk

Here's a BONUS mix. Recorded live at a recent in-store gig. I move through everything from hip hop, r&b, reggaeton, edm and MUCH more. Enjoy!

This weeks show was filled to the brim with quality music! With The Grand Nowhere joined us in the studio this week for a top notch live session with a couple of new tracks and a cheeky exclusive first play of their new, unreleased next single. With 5 live tracks to fest upon, you're onto a winner already. If you love new & unreleased indie & alt. rock music, then you'll going to love the playlist! Jools - Hysterical Staving Naked 1. The Jacques - I Never Want To Be Your Boyfriend 2. The Grand Nowhere - My Thoughts (LIVE) 3. Chief State - Decidous 4. Slater - I Don't Mind 5. Blackjack Love - Forever Man 6. The Grand Nowhere - This Record (LIVE) 7. Voodoo Bandits - Psych Beach 8. Crystal Tides - Deserter 9. The Grand Nowhere - Brighton (LIVE) 10. Karma Roulette - Desire Lines 11. The Crooked Kings - Run Gun 12. KOYO - Ostracised 13. Dead Dads Club - Calls Me 14. The Grand Nowhere - The Cynic (LIVE) 15. Pondarosa - Sooner or Later 16 Dan Selwood - The Mess I've Made 17. The Grand Nowhere - Road Block (LIVE & EXCLUSIVE) 18. The Kiddiwinks - Y.O.L.O. 19. Fridelina feat. Royzy Rothschild - Anything 20. Minute Mix - DJ DGB - Desert Storm Mix Check out more about the show via www.ThePremiumBlendRadioShow.co.uk

As most CrossFit WODs are 60 minutes long, WOD Mix 011 is designed to work right from the start. Recent chart toppers set the tone of the mix, then building into a more energetic and driving style towards the end.

010 can be used as an AMRAP or a general training session, a run or even a long row. This was designed as per a request, they asked for something an hour long of medium intensity for their early morning Interval sessions. Let us know how you perform.

A mashup of down tempo and low intensity tracks, designed for WOD's that aren't going to redline the cardiac system, more of a generic and laid-back WOD Mix. Ideal for a recovery Rowing session.

An hour of progressive, yet recognisable music to work with an open gym session or a skill work session. Not designed for high intensity workouts due to the breakdown sections in the tracks. Get your groove on!

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