Isn`t it strange and magical the way music works, that you don`t even need a tape. Songs that mean something to you just appear out of blue at the most appropiate times. Just the other day I arrived in a bar in Chico Chile in Chile and in a world of latin groves and unfamiliar music (must say I like the most of it), Coldwater from Tom Waits, a song I always associate with rambling and enjoying the bends of the road, comes on.

A song sung with a great friend of mine hitching on the roads of Ireland. I was thinking about those days earlier that day.

This is just the most recent occasion, there are many more, when the great DJ plays something especially for you.

Other times you`d be trying to remember a song and it`s driving you mad and in a matter of days you`ll hear it on the radio, buying matches in the local store.