Morcheeba (photo: Carolyn McCoy) Words by Carolyn McCoy Rewind: It’s 1998 and I am in Amsterdam for the second time. As I sit in one of the city's famed “coffee houses,” high on hash and space cake, music comes on over the speakers and I pause amid the smoky conversations around me and listen closely. Something about what I am hearing affects me deeply. It began with these deep beats that set a hypnotic groove then segued into mind-blowing wah-wah guitar riffs. And then this syrupy voice starts in, all silky smooth and warm, and it carries me on a river [...]