It's a Thursday, and since we all know I have an affinity for alliteration (caught that?), I'm posting a great track by Tocadisco. Making this a Tocadisco Thursday. If you want to kill me for all the alliteration I hit your brain with, then you'll forgive me once you listen to the song, serious jungle vibes. It'll probably make you feel more directed and be a good fight-song for your one-man marching band of anger against alliteration (somebody stop me! It's too much!), but when the drops hit, instead of attacking me, we'll probably have a dance sesh. Don't turn it into a competition though, I always win those on home turf.
Side Note #1: Sesh means session for you unaware folks.
Side Note #2: How dope is the name Tocadisco. I want us to do a collaboration and call it Taycadisco. (Take-a-Disco! I guess we know the name of a mix I'll have to make at some point in the near future...)
Am I less determined to collaborate with this guy after seeing the above picture? My mind's telling me yes, but my ears are telling me no and to go ahead with it. So the answer is, maybe.
Am I less determined to collaborate with this guy after seeing the above picture? My mind's telling me yes, but my ears are telling me no and to go ahead with it. So the answer is, maybe.
(The song is just well-structured and well compiled, full of jungle drums and rainforest dance-magic, when I hear this song and close my eyes, I'm immediately in a blacklight-lit rainforest with neon face-painted natives dancing around a bonfire of the dank and surrounded by trees with more pills of various shapes and colors than you can shake a stick at, who needs fruits anyway? Jus' sayin, it's that kind of song)
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