Mamad Mixes

My wife and two sons were evacuated from Israel, which left me with an eerily empty home. In an odd twist of interior design fate, my basic and mostly outdated dj equipment happens to reside in the mamad – bomb shelter room that most Israeli homes have.

This week has seen more rocket sirens than I had anticipated for the three years we’ll be posted here. That means that I’ve been spending regular evening time in the mamad.

And so, it seems only obvious to drown out the rocket siren with music. The music of my youth. Music to pass the time and lend some healing to the heart.

Might as well record. Might as well share.

Here goes: