The Space: Urban Music for Rural Settings

Bozz on Electric Drizzle. Ambient excursions on a clear and cold winter night

Top 47. A sequel to thizzz

Live set at PSR. Visualize the space... A moment in time.

A guest mix! From musical companion, SYMCTY. The Pacific Northwest in a bottle.

A cassette mix of FZB originals, inspired by pandemic trips to the Oregon Coast.

Bringing in the new year with house music. Counting my blessings...

Playing solo on Freeform PDX. It's the mellow side of house.

Songs for this blistering, perfect, terrible world.

Found a new radio station, a positive community. My debut, playing records as Bozz.

A certain dread envelopes the planet. Spring marches forward, seemingly unaware.

Salve for family gatherings...

Days shorten, northerlies blow... I wrap myself in a parka.

Selections from a summer spent crawling over rocks.

Rain drips steady, soaks the ground like sponge. Water on the rise.

The many seasons of Studio Ghibli. Dedicated to Juno and Totoro.

Camping solo with my soundsystem, an offering to Wy'east

Roving across the desert, looking for amplified sound. We're drawn to a grove of trees in the distance

Scattered selection... my end of term disposition.

Prepping for Gulf Coast nuptials. Shouts to D+E!

Softrock childhood, keeping perspective

Days get longer, surround sound builds.

Pop house! Love in a digital world.

Courtesy of the human experience. Squeeze tight and release.

99% him, 1% me. ReArranging furniture.

Memories of an Oldsmobile station wagon. Running errands with Mom. The soundtrack to my childhood.

Top 40 luv. Get yr thug on.

Driving music. Slowly, softly over hills, doug firs cradle the sky.

New city, faded memories... surfaces glisten wintergreen. Make it rain.

Inhale slow. Let this thick business fill your lungs. It is time to be free.

I take long walks through the city, passing like a shadow. Creative expression thrives in the haze and grit. Headphones close the loop.

Riding the train across a rippled landscape, synth-music provides context. Live set via MK Ultra.

Sound in a neglected, industrial landscape; man-metal and concrete are overgrown by leafy green. The Earth planet breathes.

I play my last live set in the RSW underground. No surprises... shit's decidedly mellow. The horizon leans forward, offering you space to place new steps of change.

Surrounded by throngs I live in the space between my ears, and watch the ten thousand things dance to this.

Rhythm and blues rises from hot city streets. House music arrives like a late afternoon shower. Summertime rolls.

An unreleased mixtape circa 1998. It was buried, recently found, and dusted. For love of atmosphere...

Winter on the Rio Bravo, muzak for the long drive home.

We head to a park on the outskirts ...electric relaxation

Moments of weirdness are tempered by groovy shit.This is house music for the future (2047). Shouts to Doc Martin for making me wet in ninety-six!

A live set from the RSW 4+ hour Holiday Spezial. Featuring music for family gatherings: old and new, analog + digital.

After a long, silent interlude, sound emerges from the Deep South. Ghetto elements provide the foundation... This music is soul.

World in flux... leaves fall, a new president emerges. Let's dance.

Summer warmth brings multiform soul: nu, 1976, and a combination of the two. Dayz come and go... i find comfort in house music. The feeling is mutual.

Earth people, I was born on Jupiter. Uprock narratives of foreign exploits. Recorded on location!

Not sure where I'm going with this one... we've ventured into unknown territory. Listen to find relief from your surroundings... aural blu-blockers.

The Space Syndicate is back, broadcasting from the most landlocked city in the world... whut?! Atmospheric straight-beat warms me on the wind-swept plain. This shit is ghetto. 180 degrees, I have found my home.

A laptop mix of the mellow side of hip-hop and downtempo. This one is for routine... taking out the garbage, doing the dishes, etc.

Dj Sensio dropped in and rocked a historic soul+funk set using only 45s... you know, the small rekkids found in your daddy's jukebox. Listen up kids and get educated!

After a pause, the space syndicate is back. Sub-conscious rap and and tech-beat regulate my swagger. This is sound au jus.

Massive fusion of flipped hip-hop and acid top 40 cutz... nu Jaydee and Spank Rock reworked to oblivion. This is the soundtrack for daydream confusion. Blip Blip Bleeeeeeee!