Mellow Soul Funk Mix 🐾 Sharpening Rare Groove & Vinyl Water Vibes

Welcome to the Deep Mellow Soul Funk lounge. 🐾💧 This evening we're at an old sharpening bench, with the water running the whole time. 🎧 Tracklist (Chapters): 00:00 Water Carries the Grey Away 03:39 Nothing Comes Off That You See 06:29 The Stone Wears Too 09:37 Same Angle, Every Stroke 12:55 Dusk at the Sharpening Bench 16:13 You Hear It Before You See It 19:30 Golden Eyes by the Water Tray 22:55 Thin Slurry, Fine Grit 26:08 The Blade Gets Smaller Every Year 29:27 Nothing Sharp Looks Different 32:42 Cool Water, Warm Steel 35:56 Coarse First, Then Fine 39:08 Deep Grey, Thin Edge 42:23 Every Pass the Same Weight 45:26 Late Light on the Wet Stone 48:26 Push Away, Pull Back 51:50 Nothing Here Is Forced 54:48 The Edge Is Only Thin 58:02 Low Bass Under the Water 1:01:26 Grey Water, Bright Line 1:04:53 Nothing Takes Less Than an Hour 1:07:52 Wet Stone, Dry Cloth 1:11:26 Every Knife Comes Back 1:14:21 Cold Comes Off the Tray 1:17:59 The Same Stroke, Hundreds 1:20:58 Soft Stone, Hard Steel 1:24:12 Quiet Bench, Running Water 1:27:06 The Last Blade Tonight 1:30:31 Water and Late Light 1:33:35 Let the Water Keep Running 1:37:18 Repeat Nothing here happens where you can see it. Steel is coming off the blade on every single pass, but the only evidence is the grey running off the stone into the tray below, and by the end of an hour there is nothing visible to show for it at all. A sharp blade and a blunt one look exactly the same. It only shows in the hand. The stone is going too. Every blade takes a little off the top of it, so eventually the stone has to be flattened and started again — the softer thing wins here, which is backwards from what you would expect. There is no clock and no gauge. The angle has to be held the same on every stroke without measuring it, and the moment it comes right announces itself in the sound rather than in anything you can look at. That takes about twenty years to learn and cannot be written down. The cost of all this is that the knife gets smaller. Forty years of being properly looked after and a good blade is half the width it started at, which is the price of it having stayed sharp the whole time. Just clear of the splash where the bench stays dry, a small black cat has claimed the one spot in the room that never gets wet. Golden eyes half open, water running past a foot away, not a drop on the coat. 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:    / @mellowsoulfunklounge