Christmass is a party time, so there is a little collection of my favourites remixes from this year.
I Hope you enjoy.
And in the name of Motel de Moka members we wish you a happy holidays.
Check my top albums here & my mixed albums here
Pattern: Catrin Lewis.
Living in Mexico City right now and it might be the first time in my life that summer has felt dim. The sun is barely a spot we see one or two hours each day and you go to bed without feeling you’ve caught a fever. This playlist captures my current mood in this summer, in this city. File it under groovy mellowness. Cloudy with a chance of blinding rays of light. It feels good to be back.
Photo: Hotel Basico. Playa del Carmen.
Belated summer / continental nostalgia.
I’ve gone missing for the best part of the summer. Not really doing anything meaningful, mostly hypnotized and reckless. Love will do that to you. No excuses this time.
Right now the hurricane Jova is painting the Mexican coast with rain and it’s forcing me to stay indoors all week (good news for MdM) and since I’m all sorts of a rebellious escapist I’ll call in the hidden suns with some warm, sensuous – mostly – brazilian music. I owe you a whole summer after all. Please enjoy this playlist as an apology.
note: In the past few years we were using the playtagger script to stream mp3s. As some of you may know, Yahoo! has sold the delicious to Avos and playtagger has been axed by their development team. And so, we’re left with two options: Yahoo!’s webplayer or Aol’s streampad, the former is the most similar to the one we had before and the later is less invasive but it’s hard to notice if you don’t know it’s there (check the bottom of the page as it is the one we’re currently using). The good thing about both is that they allow a continuous stream of the playlist, a feat missing from playtagger. Comment away if you know about a third option or if you’d like us to switch to the yahoo! webplayer.
Photo: Charles Bergquist
In summer we go to lie together beside the wather all of the things of the city mean half as much when we finally take them inside
The slow water lapping the sun on our skin and the shadows we cast echo fr ages dogs also happy lying like this huddled together
on the beach in and out of sleep with ancientness hovering over like a protecting hand. 
When we are sleeping, aeroplanes carry memories of the horrors we have given
our silent consent to into the night sky of our cities and leave them there to gather
like clouds and condense into our dreams before morning. 
There is no changing of the seasons, in the electric city and no real darkness.
The street is iluminated all night with orange light and the concrete is like a carpet.
We have dreamed the street as a room and it has become true
There is no indoors or outdoors anymore. 
Let’s get drop out the funky beats of the last playlist. Keep on the way to bed time, without losing pace.
Image via: Foldedmemos
Es sábado por la noche, lo sé…
Este playlist va dirigido a quienes muy probablemente, en estos momentos, se encuentran en una fiesta o una reunión, y no tienen en mente más que iniciar el exilio de ahi; no un exódo, es decir, mudarse a un ambiente más pausado, pero sin sacrificar ritmo. O simplemente como yo, irse a dormir, pero abriendo paso al sueño con intermitente sigilo.