There is a city that exists perpetually on the horizon, forever bathed in the golden hour, caught forever in the moment between the inhale and exhale of the world. Those who are born there have never known a pure blue sky and spend the days and nights of their lives awash in the glow of pink clouds. They pause occasionally in their day to marvel at the beauty of the rich ombre of indigo that embraces them. It is temperate here, a life of beauty that some may mistake for heaven. The citizens all speak a multitude of languages, conversing fluently and fluidly as one would expect of a society that continually traverses the globe.
For as many people as are born in the city, others arrive as refugees of chance. One might be walking down an unfamiliar street after a series of days and months that have challenged their spirit, turn a corner, and find themselves on a street aglow with sky fire and shimmer. They will feel unburdened, follow their feet to a waiting home in some calm quarter of this liminal metropolis until they feel fit enough to return to their world of constant change. Or perhaps they will remain in a sunset, in a sunrise, forever healing. They are certainly welcome: all are strangers there, and so all are equals.
These are the songs from the corner cafés of this sunset city, from the basement studios and rooftop gardens. You will find that they range in tone and vibe, genre and nationality. They are hazy and energizing and centered and calming and melancholy. They are all illuminated in diffuse, glowing majesty, waiting to restore you as you pause here until you are ready to step through the door that takes you across the threshold between magic and reality.