You're at the seaside on a beautifull small Mediteranean port, it's a warm and humid autumn day but there's no sun and only few kids dare to splash that lukewarm salty water. Lots of foreign and not so foreign languages float around, there's a cold beer on your table and the sweet and exquisite smell of orange flowers reaches you when you are between cigarettes and the timid wind changes direction blowing from the hills.
What to you play then on those headsets of yours? Fallen Mangoes by Slow Machete should be good enough to start, I think. Then maybe Wilco's Wishful Thinking. And possibly the good old Grandaddy's Ok With My Decay for the sake of good old times, right?
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