A dappled woodland glade on a summer evening, a hazy state of mind. A distant bassline bounces on the breeze. Beams of coloured rhythm light up the trees. You find the place.. No rules, no enforcers. Just fine music and a gathering of generation-spanning grins, elated and united in the moment.

Imagine that eh?

Or don't. Maybe that's just for me and I should keep it to myself.

Hopefully you'll like my mixes anyway.

One half of Too Many Steves - Educated by 1990s Leeds Warehouse nights where Belgian techno piggybacked Italian piano euphoria, and swathes of acid and purple bleep-bass connected the dots. I like a curveball and I reckon that's where it came from.

steve@toomanysteves.com