Some music you’re better served listening to you in your room. The too-delicate pop of Ariel Pink, or the strange soft-focus songs of Blank Dogs who underwhelmed me at the Summit but whose records won’t let me be. The more ambient side of noise and solo-electronics records that just lead to fidgeting and coughing in concert. A lot of the jazz I first came to love was like that for me, and then I found the descendents of ‘60s free jazz and there was something for me in the ecstatic quality of feeling some thing with everyone else in...
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