Dubioza_kolektiv_ultra_mix_za_dusu_i_tijelo ★ No Survey

Vedran hopped out, energized and grinning. "That wasn't just a mix, brother. That was a survival kit."

Vedran, steering with one hand while trying to peel a cold burek with the other, looked at the dashboard. "We need something to keep us awake, or we’re going to end up in the canyon. Pass me the 'Special Mix'." dubioza_kolektiv_ultra_mix_za_dusu_i_tijelo

Damir ejected the CD and held it up like a holy relic. "Soul satisfied, body ready for the stage." Vedran hopped out, energized and grinning

Suddenly, the fatigue in the van evaporated. Damir’s eyes snapped open. In the back, the brass section—who had been snoring in a pile of trombone cases—started clapping in unison. "We need something to keep us awake, or

They passed a sleepy police checkpoint. The officer, usually ready to pull over any suspicious-looking van, caught a glimpse of the band jumping in their seats. Instead of reaching for his whistle, he found his foot tapping against the pavement. The energy was infectious; the "Ultra Mix" was leaking out of the windows and into the night air.

"This one?" Damir asked. "The one we recorded during that three-day wedding in Mostar?" "The very one," Vedran grinned. "Press play."