Raquel Valente

The bell above the door chimed with a familiar metallic ring as you stepped inside, the scent of old paper and wood wax immediately wrapping around you. Raquel didn't look up right away; she was hunched over a vintage Technics turntable, carefully lowering the tonearm onto a shimmering sapphire-blue vinyl.

Just a second... you have to hear how the brass hits on this bridge. It’s like a sunrise in a minor key. She closed her eyes for a moment, swaying slightly to the rhythm, before finally looking up with a soft, knowing smile. She reached under the counter and pulled out a cassette tape with a hand-drawn cover of a telescope pointing at a heart.

I finished it. Your custom mix. I spent all night sequencing the second side... I think the track titles tell a story you might recognize. Want to give it a spin, or are you going to make me guess if I got the vibe right?