“They’ll challenge each other to walk five or ten miles into the Mojave or Death Valley without any supplies and then walk five or ten miles back. They wager money on it.”
Echoes of a sublime ballad from 1961.
“Last time he was ever given an expense account.” Overlapping voices. More laughter.
A busted loop of sludgy Coltrane with a shot of Connie Francis plus a wall of static and feedback.
He heard it somewhere southeast of El Paso. An old Mexican ballad maybe, not that he could understand a word of it, but the woman’s voice was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.
Love among the ruins. A dusty Roy Orbison ballad plays from an old radio in an alley but the machines can’t find it.
Killing time in airports, motels, and train stations.
Dedicated to motels that advertise color television.
Two pitched-down dub records meander through a field of mid-century blues and ballads.
A midnight mix for deep nights starring Vangelis, Al Green, Black Sabbath, The Cranes, and lots of reverb.
Looking out of a motel window at blinking neon signs.
A long winter mix.
A big new mix, designed for working late into the night. Starring Basic Channel, Porter Ricks, Pole, Brian Eno, and more.