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Takimba is a Dj/Producer who has been in the game for multiple decades. Starting out on Vinyl back when there were no other options he cut his teeth rocking crates from state to state before evolving into the digital world.

He brings the funky vibes to the dancefloor often performing with Takimba & Friends featuring live musicians joining the party and has multiple releases on InStereo Recordings as well as a bunch of Free Downloads.

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Send us a message if you want to book a DJ set. We're always up for interesting parties anywhere, anytime, anyhow.

Thanks for listening.

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PS Older Hectic City mixes are archived below (and on the blog, if they get yanked by SC ;)

http://soundcloud.com/hectic-city-archive-1 (HC1 & HC2)
http://soundcloud.com/hectic-city-archive-2 (DELETED by SC)
http://soundcloud.com/hectic-city-archive-3 (DELETED by SC)
http://soundcloud.com/hectic-city-archive-4 (HC5 & HC8c)
http://soundcloud.com/hectic-city-archive-5 (DELETED by SC)
http://soundcloud.com/hectic-city-archive-6 (HC7 & HC8e)
http://soundcloud.com/hectic-city-archive-7 (HC9 & HC10)
http://soundcloud.com/hectic-city-archive-8 (HC11 & HC12)

or at the blog

http://www.kleptones.com/blog/category/hectic-city-mixtapes/


Definition of JOURNEY
1 : an act or instance of traveling from one place to another : a trip;
2 :chiefly dialect : a day's travel.
3 : something suggesting travel or passage from one place to another.

Robert Frost (1874–1963).  Mountain Interval.  1920
 
1. The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,	
And sorry I could not travel both	
And be one traveler, long I stood	
And looked down one as far as I could	
To where it bent in the undergrowth;	        

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,	
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that the passing there	
Had worn them really about the same,	        
And both that morning equally lay	
In leaves no step had trodden black.	
Oh, I kept the first for another day!	
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,	
I doubted if I should ever come back.	        

I shall be telling this with a sigh	
Somewhere ages and ages hence	
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,	
And that has made all the difference.

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