Music Night isn’t just a series of mixtapes — it’s three friends passing the sound around like a glowing joint. Andrew Guay, Arthur Chayka, Josue Salazar.
One continuous set, three minds, no interruptions. It moves forward like time. Like rain. Like a train through a city you’ve never quite lived in.
The music bends expectations. Themed or not, it moves sideways—never quite where you expect, but always pulling you in. It rewards curiosity. Each night is preserved—imperfectly, faithfully—on magnetic tape. Ghosts of the room, still warm.
We like taking it out into the world—shaped by the rooms it lands in. Bars, corners, half-lit, open-minded spaces. When it’s right, the atmosphere just clicks. The lights go soft. The air hums.
You know a place like that? Maybe you run one?
Drop us a line to hello@musicnight.space. We are all ears.
Say hello
Music Night isn’t just a series of mixtapes — it’s three friends passing the sound around like a glowing joint. Andrew Guay, Arthur Chayka, Josue Salazar.
One continuous set, three minds, no interruptions. It moves forward like time. Like rain. Like a train through a city you’ve never quite lived in.
The music bends expectations. Themed or not, it moves sideways—never quite where you expect, but always pulling you in. It rewards curiosity. Each night is preserved—imperfectly, faithfully—on magnetic tape. Ghosts of the room, still warm.
We like taking it out into the world—shaped by the rooms it lands in. Bars, corners, half-lit, open-minded spaces. When it’s right, the atmosphere just clicks. The lights go soft. The air hums.
You know a place like that? Maybe you run one?
Drop us a line to hello@musicnight.space. We are all ears.
Say hello
Music Night isn’t just a series of mixtapes — it’s three friends passing the sound around like a glowing joint. Andrew Guay, Arthur Chayka, Josue Salazar.
One continuous set, three minds, no interruptions. It moves forward like time. Like rain. Like a train through a city you’ve never quite lived in.
The music bends expectations. Themed or not, it moves sideways—never quite where you expect, but always pulling you in. It rewards curiosity. Each night is preserved—imperfectly, faithfully—on magnetic tape. Ghosts of the room, still warm.
We like taking it out into the world—shaped by the rooms it lands in. Bars, corners, half-lit, open-minded spaces. When it’s right, the atmosphere just clicks. The lights go soft. The air hums.
You know a place like that? Maybe you run one?
Drop us a line to hello@musicnight.space. We are all ears.
Say hello