I'm seriously glad you appreciate the sounds, Bruno. I've been ill (nothing serious) and seeing a lot of jazz concerts, and avoiding the internet as a favour to my girlfriend, so new work on the mixer is slow to be forthcoming. And it has got so hot here in France, storms every night here near Lyon. Now I'm recovering from some small surgery and don't have the physical energy to stay at the controls, nor the mental energy to think up the next ride. Plus, most of the music I've been feeling has been on CD after I had a binge at the FNAC sale (Morricone, Chico Freeman, Bojan Z (his stellar new disc), Django Reinhardt, loads of other good stuff) but I don't mix CDs. Mix 5 is here on my harddrive but it will be a while before anyone hears it.
That first post of yours made me think of the snippet of music which my brain locked onto in 1991 and has never left. I always associate in with nightdrives West to East on the M8 in Scotland. I don't have much of a wants list anymore, nowadays I just let the river of chance flow and bring whatever music comes my way. And even when I had a wants list I never found out what this was called. In 1991 I discovered acid house and techno and we used to drive from Glasgow to an extremely hardcore club in Edinburgh called Pure, it was Twitch pre-Optimo and a guy from Aberdeen called Andrew Watson or Brainstorm behind the decks. They were incredible DJs but that was only for the weekend. Me and my crew signed up for the complete mindfuck including the weekdays, in which case tapes were required because there wasn't much weekday acid house radio in Scotland at this time. We had some serious pirate radio tapes sent to us by contacts in London and my favourites ALWAYS came from Fantasy. That was one particularly hardcore station and the tapes we had were gangsta lean start to finish. It was such a buzz for me discovering the music and these young voices distributing the excitement to their community. One DJ was playing this spacey oscillating repetitive mid-tempo buzz I've never heard before or since. Not an arpeggio, not a 303, just this inherently UK sound from the time which I will never be able to describe to anyone without them thinking of any 100 acid tracks. The sound sort of plateaus and the DJ encapsulates my quintessential moment in this sort of awe-struck tone..."to all our followers...respect!" This little sequence is locked into my brain.