The last person to guiding me in the direction that dancing was the easiest thing I could do in the world as long as I believed in myself was Papaya. Papaya now lives on an island off the coast of Spain teaching elementary school. He’d been trying to apply to the college in Barcelona for years, and my wife and I were going to help him with all 400 pages of the application process, but one day he was joyfully gone. Boune-style. Last time I saw him, he was living with ELOA, he hooked me up with a plug he used to work for, passing a basketball around in his room, and we proceeded to blow the house down dancing to Ata KaK. And boy did Papaya get lose, dancing around, eating a cold slice he found off some records, the smell of his cassette collection, and ELOA kickflipping off a counter-top and piano in the living room. “40 Miles (703 Anchors of Pain Mix)” brings that just dance vibe (the brilliantly named) (703) 863-4357 has brought to Pastel Voids. Just a taste: