I curated this mix with a thesis as follows: the first song you hear in the morning and the last song you hear at night have massive impacts on your waking days and restful nights. as such, soft spring commands and mellows the psyche and psoul into a woozy garden of neuronal delicacies. steel-stringed solace melds with breathy vocals that skip verbal stones across placid banks of sonic repositories in this 86-minute-long set. as any other garden, this spring mix is chock full of small thematic emblems expressing themselves by various degrees, like shades of red and blue on a berry bush. travel with me along endless rivers--bumpy with leaping pike, colors doted at will by the sun--which travel by their own currents to reach their own conclusions.
