Maybe today (or this weekend ... or any old time after it, even), you should listen to this mix I pieced together, oh, earlier this year or the year before it. I was doing a mix exchange with a friend of mine and, instead of grabbing at whatever new songs of the moment were being posted in various corners of the internets, I decided I'd make something more thematic, something that came from careful collecting of albums and old-fashioned compact discs over the years. I dove into my shelves and this is what I came up with. And, in the end, there was some white man dance boogie goodness going on. I'd almost be proud of it, too, but it's the music and mood that makes this one; all I did was piece it together. It's some of that old school soul, old sweaty funk, new funk (which is nothing like crappy new jazz, but maybe less sweaty), Blaxploitation kind of goodness. It's like breaking off a piece of Quentin Tarantino soundtrack. May it serve you well, should you choose to take the click-and-listen journey.