Written in this drunk, sleepless night. Worshipping of the winds from the east. A yearning, a whisper from the past. A feeling at times forgotten, called back when the wind is heard.
Budapest, a synonym for the love of the inner city blues, the rubbish in the gutter, the beauty in the murky corners. A thought that crept up on me in a second, a part of my journey. Including 3 remixes from the lovely WAREIKA, Kalabrese and Mushrooms Project