My parting shot to what was a mercurial year for a quintessential Cancerian.

Forest for the trees. Apparitions in the fog. Sunspots or shooting stars? We're all walking through the mangroves of our mind, filtering salt and calling it sugar. This mix bends towards moody with a heavy dose of funk, so sip lightly.

This mix is a love offering and meditation. Keep in mind I was reading bell hooks The Will To Change when I recorded it. May it get you through, get you clear or get you laid. Mazel.

Life is permeable. Boundaries can perforate. Pride and passion seep in, warping the patina of our constructed selves. But in the garden of your mind, few trees bear more fruit than a resolute “no” planted deep inside the mulch of your soul. Water the capacity to know your worth and see how your garden grows.

This mix is an extended year-end edition drawing from a hodgepodge of good vibrations. May it get you where you need to be, happy new year yall!

Weeds as a construct have begun to fascinate me. Life thriving in an inhospitable terrain is an admirable trait. I see this every spring, when the blanket of snow starts to recede in Chicago and reveals a range of flora springing from the concrete that endured a brutal winter. They've developed metabolic systems that process our toxic soils. They use a tap root system that tunnels deep into the earth, finding water and storing energy. They adapt and survive being stepped on, mowed over and uprooted. That shit is gangster.

This season is turning into one of contemplation and desire for me. May this mix be an aquifer of vibes and restoration for wherever you're head is at today.

Have you ever felt the release of fully extending your arms to the sun? The unlocking of shoulder blades, which precipitates a ripple through your spine? The embrace of a solar comrade, pouring itself into a vessel of blood and guts and regrets? To lean into your body’s limitations like the leg of a dancer defying physics? The rapture true alignment incubates?

Just some questions for a dreary day. This mix is me checking in with the universe and myself. May it shine a little light on your corner of the world and pull you towards the sun.

The view from here, with these eyes, is vivid and blurred. A kaleidoscope of moans and sighs blends with the concrete below. The sky bends into an emerald mirror, resetting center. A gusty wind pushes you towards the cliff's edge. And if there’s a hell below, we’re all gonna go baby. 

This mix is marinated in lots of contemplation and manifestation. Listen with your good ear and a good drank. May the groove be with you.

The view from outside of your mind can be a prism, refracting light into particles of complacency. This pandemic has been a big ole sun of self-reflection, forcing me to situate myself within my smallness to project a more focused beam of purpose. Through it all, music remains a balm and this mix captures the spirit of these changing of seasons. Pop your bubble and let the sun shine in.

Back of the Bus is back in action after an extended hiatus. This mix features a hodge podge of music to disrupt the gravitational pull of a pandemic, may the force be with(in) you.

May the world move towards love, not dominance.

May you know for yourself the joy of survival and the honor in sacrifice.

May the earth be healed from the selfishness of our greed.

May oppression find a fuckin seat.

The media would have you believe all humanity knows is conflict and distrust, but I know one truth: we still need each other. I dare you to keep loving each other, even when they say we shouldn't.

I'm making up for lost time with this mix, so hopefully the vibe is thick enough to handle the load. Enjoy baby bubbas.

Photo Credit: Tanya Ward