I have a fantasy alternate life where I run a blissed out beach bar somewhere hot and groovy where every night and day lovely people drop by for cold beers and cocktails while chilled beats fill the salty air. The feel of sand is always under my feet because I never wear shoes.
People come from all over the world, we celebrate our diversity; there are regulars too and I know them all by name - sometimes one'll bring a CD they made or an old record they found - 'This'll be right for the bar' - and we stick it on and are pleased to see a few heads nodding, some sandalled feet tapping. The draught San Miguel flows cold and golden and the local rosado is fine. I don't make much money, but I've never been happier in my life.
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I've come up with a thousand reasons why it wouldn't work for real, but I've scratched out this place in the shifting sand and you've kindly popped in - some of you more than once. And I'm really, really glad to have you here. You're some of the grooviest persons a chap could hope to meet. So thank you.
What can I get you?
'Small Balearic Bar Session' - A Davy H Mix (27:08 mins)
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