strange way to start a column about noteworthy records, but, kind readers, it’s harder and harder for me to listen to music. Aside from my senses being assaulted when I leave my New York City apartment (is the national bird the jackhammer?), music is everywhere. Inescapable. It’s in the Uber, it’s at the supermarket, it’s at the hardware store, it’s at the bank… A few months back, I was running errands and realized I had heard, and it brought me back to a time when music was not taken for granted. It has real instruments, it’s cutting edge, and completely and utterly unique, inspired, humble, soft and beautiful. It makes me want to move…and it’s trying to change the world.
