🐾 Mellow Soul Funk Mix 🐾 Seine Net Rare Groove & Analog Calm Vibes

Welcome to the Deep Mellow Soul Funk lounge. 🐾🌊 This evening we're down on the beach, hauling the long net in while the wind drops away. 🎧 Tracklist (Chapters): 00:00 Pull the Net In Slow 03:07 Evening Calm, Flat Sea 06:06 Wet Rope, Warm Hands 09:20 Sand Holds the Heat 12:34 The Sea Went Still 15:46 Long Line Coming In 19:04 Golden Eyes on the Warm Sand 22:08 Salt on Everything 25:35 Low Sun, Long Shadows 29:08 Nothing Moves Out There 32:27 Heavy Net, Easy Pull 35:35 Foam Comes Soft 38:49 Barefoot on the Wet Sand 42:12 The Last Haul Tonight 45:50 Warm Wind Drops Away 48:58 Rope Coils on the Beach 52:17 Slow Water, Slow Hands 55:31 Gulls Have Gone Quiet 58:49 Deep Groove by the Shore 1:02:00 Salt Dries on the Skin 1:05:45 Nothing Left to Pull 1:08:59 Soft Gold on the Water 1:12:31 Every Wave Comes Easy 1:15:39 The Tide Is Turning Slow 1:19:03 Shoulders Lean the Same Way 1:22:47 Cool Sand Under the Warm 1:26:10 Warm Rope, Quiet Beach 1:29:32 Sun Sits on the Water 1:32:51 Salt and Gold 1:36:01 Let the Evening Come Slow 1:39:21 Repeat The wind went somewhere in the last hour and never came back. The bay has gone completely flat, gold from one end to the other, and the sun is sitting right down on the line of the water without seeming to move at all. Whatever heat the day put into the sand is still there, held just under the surface, warm on top and cool a hand's depth down. The net comes in the old way. Two long ropes, a line of people on each, everybody leaning back at the same slow angle and taking a step when the rope says to. Nothing about it is quick. The rope comes up wet and heavy and coils in soft piles on the sand, salt drying white on every arm, and the gulls have long since given up on making any noise about it. Up past the tideline, curled into the dry warm sand, a small black cat has picked the best spot on the whole beach. Golden eyes barely open, tail tucked around, watching the rope come in without the slightest intention of helping. Underneath it all the bass sits deep and analog, with an intimate baritone drifting over tight funk guitar and a dreamy Rhodes, warm tape hiss and a soft crackle of vinyl underneath. Ninety minutes of unhurried 70s grooves, built to stay in the background while you work. If this one keeps you company this evening, please hit Like and subscribe to the channel. Subscribe here:    / @mellowsoulfunk48