A remix within a remix inside a remix? For some easy listening, Thomas Jack presents Kygo.
Also, Kygo continuing to do the damn thing with his latest track:
This week, for the first time in a blissfully short professional career, I have been locked into the mind-numbing stockade that is an office workplace. It’s all coffee, elongated bathroom breaks, and bad office jokes. My existence feels about as valuable as one of those tiny numbers that I plug into an endless Excel sheet.
What’s the best way to pass the day? (besides daydreaming about that cute girl in marketing).. I plug in my headphones and drown out the buzz of the copy-machines and that chatty fellow from accounting with a cacophony of synthesized, thrusting, cracking, hyped-machined and re-worked pop jams.
My fingers type and groove to Thomas Jack:
I reminisce on better days spent prowling Cape Town with D-man, WalterCronkTight and Goldfish:
My feet tap the linoleum floor to the beat of MUTO‘s JT remix:
I lovestep with Just A Gent:
And look, Marketing Hottie is up to get a cup of coffee, and subsequently so am I. Things will get better.
Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the past year, Thomas Jack’s midas’ touch is no mystery. The 20 year old Aussie DJ has quickly become the leading source for tropical house jams. Much like The Chainsmokers, or other DJ’s that have recently risen in popularity, a substantial part of Jack’s genius is his music taste. It’s hard to go wrong when remixing bands like The Oh Hello’s, Bon Iver and Of Monsters and Men.
I rarely post a mix. Good ones are few and far between. Keeping a listener entranced for over an hour is a tall order. Especially nowadays when my attention span is shot.
But Thomas Jack’s Vol. 5 kills it. Maybe a few songs aren’t perfect, but Jack’s transitions are so subtle that you’re rarely ever pulled out of the flow of the mix. He introduces new jams and weaves in some oldies.
So, put it to good use. Clean your room, go for a bike ride, make out with your girl, longboard down the street, or just be pumped that it’s the weekend.
P.S. For those of you in SF, tickets for Thomas Jack’s show at The Independent go on sale tomorrow. Get em’ before they’re gone.