This week’s mix takes me back to going record shopping for gigs, looking for new tracks to weave into an upcoming event.  Now, most record stores have closed, and buying music is done right from your laptop.  I used to drive into Manhattan on Friday nights, Sunday afternoons, and any other time there was quality house music being spun at clubs that had the right vibe (most we frequented didn’t even serve alcohol, because NOBODY there was drinking).  We’d make calls, get flyers, wait on lines, get pulled over and searched by undercover cops, make it through metal detectors and bouncers, all to finally be in the presence of the forbidden sounds of house music (“alternative life-style clubs”, as I remember one cop called them).