Garden Mix


With machete in hand, chopping my way to the back of the garden where the lawn mower...Well I say lawn... its not a lawn at all!...lol... was hidden from the last time it was used....Last year!. It wasn’t that bad but i think if i had left it any longer i may have discovered new species or Ray Mears doing bush craft, making baskets and bows and arrows from twigs and leaves. (As you can see from the picture I selected, my garden looks absolutely looks nothing like this.) However, if you squint or close your eyes we can be anywhere we choose.

I decided to make this new mixtape in my garden under the umbrella in the shade on a beautiful sunny afternoon. I hope you like it, it was just how i was feeling so perhaps you can listen to it outside, or in rush hour traffic to soothe you from all the other road users..Enjoy

Download Link:

http://www.4shared.com/file/102803744/cca99f61/The_Garden_mix.html

artists include:

Maysa

Deborah Bond

Jerrard Antony

Maxwell

Angie Stone

Anthony Hamilton

Luther vandross

Kindred

Society of Soul and many more






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