Fever Dreams

Every time I get sick I end up having the most amazing dreams. Since Thursday night, when I was bedridden with a fever of 101 degrees, I have dreamt about Argentina, my old friend Mimi, my mother as a superhero, miniature flying dogs, Rooky Ricardo's Record Shop, saving the world from alien invasion at least three different times, and posting this awesome slow music from West Africa mix to my blog. Well, my dear, faithful Nackebuhs followers, this day dreams really do come true. . .

I humbly present, via "Awesome Tapes From Africa," the soundtrack to your summer:

Slow Music From West Africa