Back on the couch!

Back on the Couch!

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It’s been a minute—six years, to be exact—but I’m back.

Life did its thing, stretched time thin, and shuffled priorities. But like any good vinyl, sometimes you just need to flip the record over and drop the needle again. Sometimes the B side is better. That’s what this moment feels like. A restart. A return. A soft re-entry into something that’s always been more than a hobby. Music, for me, is medicine.

Rehab’s Couch was born from that belief—that rhythm, melody, and bassline can do the kind of healing no prescription ever could. It’s a space where soul and reggae meet, where lovers rock whispers into funk’s groove, where the Black musical diaspora reminds us that we’ve always known how to survive—and thrive—through sound.

Music evokes memory. It can transcend time and space. One chord and you’re back in your grandmother’s kitchen. One bassline and suddenly you’re sixteen again, heart racing on a sticky summer night. Music isn’t just something we hear—it’s something we carry. It bookmarks our joy, our grief, our becoming.

The blog might’ve gone quiet, but the music never stopped. And neither did the pull to come back to this—sharing mixes that move me, that tell stories, that soothe, provoke, uplift. I’ve missed this connection: to the music, to the people who feel it the way I do, and to the version of myself who breathes a little deeper when the right track hits at the right time.

So here we are. Jo 90 on the dials again. The mixes will return—soulful, sensual, slightly unexpected. Audio therapy, served hot. And yes, I’m bringing some new flavors too, because even old souls evolve. 

Thanks for coming back to the couch with me. Stay tuned. Stay open.

Here’s the first mix of my return. Press play. Breathe deep. Recline. Perfect for in the park, cruising in your car, on the bus or train. Perhaps. In your back garden, or even a party. summer has landed here where I am.  

Summer party PT 1