Your Body is at the Bar, your Soul is on the Dance Floor.* I Wish.

On Saturday, it’s like God hinted that He likes music because He allowed some crosswinds from the Ng’ong Road area (Club Ichonic) to waft the sounds of DJ Marc Romboy to my chilly Karen window. Being half asleep, I wasn’t even upset by the fact that yet another Under Construction event was passing me by.

I enjoyed the minute long interlude of House beats minus any accompanying dark thoughts. There’s no way I can positively say it was DJ Romboy’s mix I heard at that moment because I was not at the event (obviously) and DJ Cortega et al were also playing that night.

Or maybe I heard my own things. Flu meds.

I’ve been using them to treat my cold which has associative symptoms from hell. Although really, honestly, sick or not, due to other circumstances beyond my control, I would not have gone. Boo hoo.

Moving on.

The link to the playlist I made and turned to as self compensation for missing the event.

http://8tracks.com/looplikesreplay/some-type-of-mellow

Since Spotify decided that the entire continent of Africa is inconsequential, I cannot access my account.  I may or may not rant about this later. I now dwell happily on 8tracks.

*DJ Cleo – Good Music. I think. I’m not completely sure which artist sang these words.