M I X O L O G Y & M I X E D T A P E M O N D A Y S

IN MEMORY OF MY FATHER REGINALD
BAND [MAN] ON THE RUN {PAUL MCCARTNEY}

 

"If I ever get out of her,
Thought of giving it all away
To a registered charity.
All I need is a pint a day
If I ever get outta here
If we ever get outta of here"
 

Smells like: Patchouli Scented Skin, Sweet Irish Cream Pipe Tobacco and Old Spice.

Looks like: Midnight Tobogganing at Prairie Winds, Toy Guns till Summers Twilight with Every Kid on the Block & Many Empty Promises.

Tastes like: A Palo Santo smoked glass, Crown Royal Black, Kola Nut & Patchouli Bitters, Milky Black Oolong, Spritz of Vanilla Dry Soda & Squeeze of Fresh Lime.

Sounds like: Slow Soothing Percussion, Dreamy Electric Guitar, Harmonious Vocals and An Adventure on the Road.

Feels like: Euphoric Infinite Child-Like Play, Bitter Hurt of Unresolved Trauma & Sadness like a Electric Alberta Summer Storm

 

A few weeks ago I was informed of my father's passing. It's been a few weeks of reflection, of healing and of recalibration. Death has a really interesting way of bringing things to the surface and cultivating the space for us to look at what is within us that we need to look at. I just wanted to say thank you for your patience during this time as I've been off social media much more recently.