Mix Details
| December 2007 | ||
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| Artwork: |  | |
| DJ | Ewen Cameron | |
| Description | This is Ewen Cameron's last mix of the year 2007 | |
| Average Rating | 5 ••••• | |
| Number of ratings | 2 | |
| Date | 03/11/08 | |
| Length | 1:03:30 | |
| Genre | House | |
| On Demand Plays | 88 | |
| Total Mp3 Downloads | 77 | |
| Listen now | ||
| Comments | |
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| .... two months later ..... | Posted 05/11/08 by macpromikem |
| this set is everything I wrote about and more.
An additional five stars. | |
| A sultry opening track of classy guitars and sexy piano | Posted 03/11/08 by macpromikem |
| speaks Spanish dreams of twirling Flaminco dancers in cabaret form that melds into a funky, "this ain't no shyt" vocal housiness with a familiar track we've all have heard before. What started out so classy and sophisticated is taking you away toward destinations unknown - and this aint' the song by Missing Persons. The bass pulls your bumb n' grind onto the dance floor and you don't have to think about it - it's time to get down. More familiar tracks come around and suddenly your dancing has transported you and suddenly ....
it is four AM and we are at Burning Man at a sweaty rave on the hot playa in the very middle of a desert with dust coating us white as well as the nipples on the topless gals all around us, wearing glowing jewelery (like the men) and fur coats and boas, with high heels and big platform shoes, with some hard ass techno Latin-type music is screaming at us and some guy is dancing by and he says: "I'm Swedish, stick out your tongue!" and you do, and he drops a unknown substance on the prooffered member and then he slides away, his white trenchcoat swirling him toward some beautful neon artcars parked nearby serving free liquor, all the while massive fire pots boom aflame all around us, their heat combining with the dancers own, and the funk is louder and smellier and the drop that Swede gave you is now coming on and the Space Cowboy theme rave we are at is getting more intense with colorful streaks that morph into glittering ribbon candies from Christmasses long ago and the screens all around the stage are ablaze with the DJ spinning as he is projected onto them, and the music is screaming that "Mama told you Not to take Acid!" When the set gets chuncky and you feel the vibrations of the speakers around you, and the sun is starting to rise, and the music gets even more funky, then you know you are at BURNING MAN and, if you are lucky and you can escape the dusty desert dance floor, you can go find the Cereal Killer Breakfast Bar somewhere beyond Center Camp where they serve you cold junk-food cereal in the nude and steaming hot coffee - they got what you want, they got what you need. You wander off to find your bike in the sea of bikes and you are thankful you have a Barbie hanging naked from a large pole attached to the back wheel and Barbie is painted blacklight purple and since you have a black light projected on her, from your bike seat, Barbie-bike is easy to be found with all the other glowing bikes around you. You hop on and see, off in the distance, something that looks like monkeys flying in circles on the horizon. Literally flying monkeys. As you approach, at a distance you hear the tribal drums and hear the beat of yet another dance arena, right near these flying monkeys on a carousel, in the sky, like some mad carnival attraction. The thumps and shouts bring you closer and with scrambled voices heralding you toward them, the scratching of another DJ eggs you to dance on, under the monkeys and the drummers and bikeriders that are attached to the carousel, the bikers peddling to make the monkeys circle faster and faster, strobe lights going off in time, as a large snake twirls down toward the monkey, said snake with an apple in it's mouth! The tribal progession carries you on, and you dance away toward your bike now, wanting the cold cereal and hot coffee, and as you bike away, you don't care what people say, you are free to express yourself in any way you want to be, you are living your life free, at Burning Man, where the music is the sound of freedom and you can dance and party the night away and you are thinking, "morning please don't come" so soon tomorrow ... This set has all the elements of a Burning Man rave - without the dust, sweat, and people. But you can always shut your eyes and imagine..... Five stars! | |
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