Wow. This will be a long review (new to you, I know) so bear with me. This setting took this reading to a setting I never would have imagined yet it is so perfect there.

I am more and more drawn to the “old-timey” pleasures of bygone eras, I find. I went to a cave this past weekend with my family and apart from the pleasures of being inside the earth and looking at the beautiful effects of water and mineral and tectonic interaction, what I love about this place is that it is still a family run tourist attraction. The signs are hand-painted, the tours given by local college students, have not changed their script in all the years we have been visiting. There is not the sanitation and attempt to impress that one finds in the newest of attractions. Our day next found us in a diner beside a small airport where single or two passenger planes were taking off, some towing a glider, some not, Parachutists were falling out of the sky, micro-lites were taking off, a young boy was excitedly showing my boys a Piper Cub in the hangar and invited them to climb inside so they could play with the controls. These experiences are so joyous to me and they are for the same reason I like your mix.

My dancers in your mix are not hot bodies in a club jacked up on energy drinks mixed with alcohol and street drugs, they are jacked up on life and love and the bittersweet feeling of longing and connection coupled with the knowledge that what they feel for each other may be fleeting, but intent on drinking in as much of it as they can lest they miss an opportunity.

I may be wrong, but there is something “Southern” in the feel of this. My lady is perhaps in a frilly cotton dress tied tight in the bodice, my man in a workshirt, cleaned as best he could, and tucked into his finest blue jeans. I think the only possible instrument that might have played the accompanying music in a more “folksy” fashion might have been a banjo, but yet this is more than perfect just the way it is. Thank you very much Gurdonark.

I don’t want to say to much about this as i am worn down a little with the over analysis of mixes/mixing of late, like hearing someone rustling sweet papers through the parting final scene of Casablanca.

An engaging and slightly mystical collage made with nicely rounded scissors, that ebbed nicely with Lisa’s catalogue of riverside properties.

I’m not sure why, but it makes me imagine a good marionette street performer setting a little wooden couple dancing to this while a small mixed crowd of tourists and locals look on.

This is gorgeous! An unexpected meeting of sounds. I received a similar vibe to duckett, definitely feeling a marionette show. However, my sense of music found a tension, thinking more of Jan Svankmajer than of an old-fashioned street show.

*meow*

nobody here can create such cool, interesting, remarkable “collages” as you can. you are the master of the weirdbient genre and this just shows why. very cool.