Whose collection cannot be lumped within any particular taxonomy, other than "music" and perhaps, tricks "that can only be performed by humans." And that is no small stunt, as the latter category narrows with each passing day, a tin takeover no longer unimaginable. But here, the mastermind behind Pates Tapes proves the worth of civilized beings. No machinery will suffice.
A Chardonnay luncheon with Sheila leaves me languid and lighthearted, sentimental and serene, just the right temperament for Pates Tapes—especially his Christmas Knees Up compilation—and burrowing through the mastermind's Background and Reviews, where I gather he goes by "C" (although a slip of "Charles" in the Reviews). What C has done is remarkable, a repository of refrain like no other.
What robot would put this:
Afro beat and the King, under Nwel La Rive—Haitian Creole for Christmas came (or Christmas is here?).
And streaming, free, masterful music mix? Just click. Genius.
Thank you, C, for the mortal melding of these melodies and more.