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Stuck in a 1980s disco, I couldn’t see my own hands through the haze. Techno town; no place for classics. But then, from outside, cutting through the synchronisation I could hear a fingertip-induced charm. A lonesome man, with a golden trumpet, sits in the wake of endless electronica. The blend of vibrations, uncanny yet compensated, had me tranced. Feeling surreal, I left the mercilessly inveigling scene, and followed the streetlights home. A soft surface prompted a neglected slip into a dreamy state of rhythmic remedy. I awoke unsure of which was real. http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCgI1tcD6T0nqfwvL_ADHPNQ