Sometimes you may just want a more digestible package of music. A batch of tunes that gets in, gets down to business and then leaves you alone. Minimal in the foreplay, cuddling & spooning department.
This will be a new series with the protocol of staying under 35 minutes so you don't have so many songs to try and remember. This one happens to be all old school, but that shan't always be the case. Advantageous to the disc jockey because quality control can remain without taking so much time to make it that I get flack from the missus or employers for neglecting important responsibilities.
The image is one of Minnie Riperton getting attacked by a ripped, enspandexed parrot chicken thing in January of 1976 (VIVA Magazine)
