This one hurts in a good way. Wakes you the fuck up. Alarms. Bells. Whistles. Lights. The WORKS.

Uppercut

Absolutely positively the best mix I've ever made. Probably because it's dedicated to THE LOVE WE MAKE. Right, Taffy? Just ignore that mess around minute 8, Nana realized she hadn't plugged in the deck but just couldn't start over. Dare to make something messy. The rest sans these 45 seconds? Something really special. White Light. I'm Alive.

orangetaffy

Wow. Thank you Spirit Guides for your mentorship on this one. First 8 are a rework of the last 2 mixes, but the remaining 16 tracks are new. Except for the Michael Proctor song I couldn't work out (3x I tried, can you hear?) the rest is glass. Clear, crystal perfection. So quit tapping on the glass and open the window to your life. Put on your dancing shoes. What are you waiting for? You deserve to feel better. Why don't you believe it? Play some chess instead of just watching the game.

chess

Trying different things. Loved a piece of one recording so I stitched it to the front half of another. Pieces and parts and my heart all over the floor. I bled for this one. Truly. Love makes you do that and if you aren't mixing for love? A muse or someone you love or something or some cause? What are you even doing? What are you here for? What are you fighting for anyway? Truth. Love. Light. Dance. Music. Good Food. How I roll. Always.

black&blue

In the future I will look back on 10/25/25 as a Golden Day. May you have many <3

Sanguine

Full moon. It hurts like brand new shoes. So check your gravity and be like a feather. Give it life. To learn what all this narrative means? You'll just have to listen :)

nutmeg

Three years ago 12/11/22 I became a DJ at Saigon Blonde. Twenty-four gigs. Cannot wait for number 25. Here are 33 of my favorite tracks plus Whitney. Eleven tracks for each year. Plus one. I like those numbers. Be well. Take chances. I like to tell folks I got divorced and found so much free time, I became a DJ. Because it's true. Momma told me at age 9 that I couldn't be anything I wanted, not in this life. After 60 jobs, one expatriate adventure, one divorce, too many moves to count, and two DJ decks I think I'm just getting started. Hope to see your ass on my dance floor. Real soon. #ThreeYears

I love this one. Ancestors hands on my shoulders the whole time in gratitude. I tried out some new shit, laid heavy on the old stuff that gives me dopamine fireworks. Find yours. It's life-changing, saving, and craving. Trust.

origin

This one made me cry. Around minute 40. True story. Cheers.

Rebis

I like where this went and getting better at "letting go" when a track just doesn't work. Drop it and move forward because there might be a chance to circle back later. That's a narrative I can follow in life as well. Be well. I'm discovering these mixes work best when you need flow. Because that's what I'm doing. For one solid hour. Flowing my ass off. So exhausted after. Like a well-walked shelter dog. That's a good narrative to follow too. Be well. See you next time dancing Nancy's :)

ab ovo

I always have an inspiration. This time it was my friend Henry who always glided across a dance floor to Joyce Sims....usually at 2am...usually alone...unless I was out there with him ;) and George Bricero, the DJ who brought him the song. And had a crush on me ;) may they both rest in DANCE <3

vril

Urban Toreador. Slipping Glimpser. Cosmographer. Creator. Disco Giraffe. DJ. Roller Girl, she’s taking chances. She just loves to take them all💋
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vril

House of NAE💪🌈