Mix Details
| Andy Kidd - Poolparty 2008 | ||
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| DJ | Andy Kidd | |
| Description | As the summer approaches it's time to get round the pool and get some tunes on. Taking you from percussion lead grooves through balearic paradise into some summer vocal house, I have been wanting to get this together for a long time and am very happy with the results, it's a taster of the style i will be playing in Ibiza this year. Enjoy | |
| Average Rating | 5 ••••• | |
| Number of ratings | 5 | |
| Date | 05/16/08 | |
| Length | 1:19:58 | |
| Genre | House | |
| On Demand Plays | 129 | |
| Total Mp3 Downloads | 201 | |
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| Comments | |
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| Wow great mix !!! Ibiza 4 ever !!! | Posted 06/03/08 by Raul |
| So great mix, so lovely tunes inside,the Ibiza spirit is inside this mix...U can feel it by listening to this...Its makes u move and fly wherever u are its takes u to the white island !!!
Thanks for ur great work Andy !!! Keep it On !!! U get my 5 stars !!! | |
| Thanks | Posted 05/27/08 by drchidd |
| for your comments, it's good to know that my mix has sparked off your imagination.
Andy | |
| This is as close to Ibiza as most of us here will ever get ..... | Posted 05/16/08 by macpromikem |
| and if it is a tenth as good as this set, then it must be phenominal!
One can see the pretty women lounging in the sunchairs by the pools, being catered to by cabana boys, while being eyed by the sundrenched men playing volleyball in the hotel pool. You can hear the tinkling of Long Island Iced Teas as the ice tumbles while stirring, you can taste the piquant lemon wedge, you can smell the Ban de Soliel wafting in the breeze. Dusk approaches and the DJ begins his set and the ultra-hip music is soft in the air as the palm tree fronds stir, the music building as the sun wanes and the huge moon sails up into the sky, overlooking a scene idylic and wild with expectation. The DJ blends the music into the falling night with the artistry of Monet and soon couples are dancing on the sand near the parapolas, arms encircled, a bossa nova ensuing and bringing about hip action and swaying to the beat. So intune is the DJ that he is able to bring about a change of atmosphere like a magician, upping the tempo with new sounds, here a samba, now a cha-cha, then into something more progressive and passionate. You are enraptured. A waitress stops by and bends over to you as you recline on the chaise lounge, ensconsed in a toss blanket as you are a bit chilly and are, after all, alone there by the pool, near the bar, not dancing but eyening a plus-size beauty-of-a-model not too far from the pool, herself alone and sending out vibes of "come get me big boy". "Hey, you wanna 'nother Seven-Seven?" asks the toned waitress with a slight Georgia drawl. You consider the question. "What is she having over there?" "Who you talkin' bout?" "Over there." You nod your head in her direction. "Oh, her. She's here alone, if that is what you're asking. Names Stella. I think, uh, yeah, she is drinking Blue Daquaris today." This waitress is a fount of knowldege. You look at Stella and she is plainly looking at you. "I have to get you" you mumble under your breath. "Huh? What's that, hon? What did you say?" "Oh nothing. Can I get another Seven-Seven and can you send Stella over there a nice strong Blue Daquari on me?" "Why, sure, hon. But here is a word 'o caution; she is only 18." That didn't even cause your heart to skip a beat. "She looks sad." The waiteress eyes you. "Well, she came here looking for love. She wants to live it up - if you get me. She sat all alone in the smoke filled cafe across from the pool, all last night. Alone." As she walks away, she says, "she's looking for the diamond life." In the background the tempo of the music changes and the sound of loungey house music plays a counterpoint to the sounds of laughter on the sand and splashes of water in the pool. Stella is eyeing you. And all you want to do is go over and kiss her. Take her in your arms and ravish her. You find yourself up and walking over to her just as that blue daquri is set down at her elbow on the table. You bend over, and without saying a word, you kiss her. You kiss her, a stranger, and Stella kisses back. Can this be real, you think? But it is real, you were just kissing her. You can hear a siren getting louder in your head. You feel a tribal beat in your shorts. The music is taking over. Stella sips her drink. "Shall we dance?" you ask demurly. "I thought you'd never ask." And then you and Stella are on the sand, dancing and acting as though you have been lovers a very long time. "I wanna make you happy tonight," you say, moving in time to the beat. Stella says nothing for a moment, and then winks. "I think that can be arranged." The music, like magic, became a wave of sound. "I wanna make you happy." you repeat yourself again, wondering if you aren't delusional from too much sun and liquor. Did she really say it could be arranged? All around you and Stella the night glitters with mirror-ball scintillation on the white-washed walls of the hotel, tiny glares of color twirling in diamond-like precision of repetition; the salt-air stirring your senses as it clashes with the cologne of others so nearby, all crowded together now on the sand, little white twinking lites hanging from frond-to-frond above, as the music like drops of xylophonic beads burbles the atmosphere surrounding the pool, the cabanas, the bar and the sand. It is perfect and you are with a soul-mate suddenly and unexpected while on vacation. You can hardly believe it. That feeling. And you both know it. You both have it. That feeling. Stella takes your hand. "Come with me." As you walk hand-in-hand to her hotel room, you don't question, you don't ask anything. You don't even grab the Seven-Seven or Blue Daquiri or tell Ms. Georgia Peach the waitress good bye. You don't need to. She waves as you leave, giving you a thumbs-up. Like in a dream you hear people cheering you on, whistling for you, calling out your name, clapping you on the back, as you near her room. Your heartbeat is picking up speed as the pulsations like whining sirens start in your shorts. You are in her room before you realize it, tearing off clothing as fast as possible. On the bed, then, quickly. Soon the cadence is faster and faster and hearts are racing in time. You meld into one.... and fall asleep ... to dream. ------------ Five stars. | |
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