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A Premonition of Love-Final Chapter

Hey Babies! I hope you are all getting on with real life in this fallow Harry season. I cannot wait for the harvest. (Please rescue us with new music Styles, Sharpish) Hopefully this Rom Com Ending will help feed any content needs that are plaguing you! Here she is-the final chapter of A Premonition Of Love!

Thank you @emulateharry and my other halves- thirds- @dirtystyles and @bleedinglove4h! Now-onto my Gryles Exchange!

Chapter 11-Erubisu

“Harry!" She'd been being sweet and softly blowing in his ear. Then she had tickled it, then Licked it. Nothing seems to be rousing him. He was a very heavy sleeper and could fall asleep anywhere if left unattended for any length of time, but this was ridiculous. She was beginning to think she had killed him last night.

What a way to go. She had at least exhausted him. Her volume was bothering her own ears, and not a stir.

Ada had just been so jubilant when they made it back to the room last night. The last several weeks probably could have not gone better. After her freak out and their private painting party, they had hit their stride. Harry had been consistently amazing on camera, and at home, with the occasional grand slam to bout.

Clearly last night helped both of their batting averages.

The studio was thrilled with the dailies and so was Ada. It was cute and timely and classic and beautiful, her cinematographer captured Japan and her vision and Harry, all to their best advantage. They had submitted a request for just a little extra time for the Elvis scene. And she thought they made get it.

Even with all of the progress they had made, they'd still need another couple days in the schedule to get the love me tender scene, but Ada had been sneaky and was shooting the film like it was a sure thing.

After she had her encouraging call with her studio handler she'd basically flown to the vans that took everybody back to the hotel, and she nearly sat on Harry's shoulder to chirp out her lark's song. But then she remembered that they were trying to be subtle.

She sucked at subtle, it wasn't her style, but she liked privacy, and craved respect. She was working on that with her therapist, as it went to crazy lengths. Nevertheless, it meant they were clandestine lovers, which was lovely and exciting, if limiting.her boyfriend, as he had self identified, shocking the hell out of her the other day, was right there and she couldn't share her hope.

It would wait, she caught his eye and his eyes lightened in that way they did when they made eye contact and then further when he read her open face like a book.

Harry knew she was excited, he could tell. It was lovely all over her warm face, but they had lots of company. Ada wasn't ready to share with everybody that they may have a few extra days. Firstly, because she didn't know for sure and discretion, as she had told Harry the other day, was the better part of valor, and secondly, she wasn't going to ask everybody. They didn't need them, and she would never get the days with the full budget. Concessions. They had to be made.

So, he'd have to wait to find out if they gave her all the time. She looked hopeful enough. Just not here.

But her caught her in the bathroom, there was only the one stall with the very high tech toilet, and as she came out, he gently gripped her waist and causally hoisted her back in. She loved when he handled her with ease, but she didn't like being handled. Or so she thought until he was Dali and she was Kahlo. She'd loved how he handled her emotional state and then handled her.

"What's up Harry?" She asked, with her hands on his forearms then gripping his elbows.

"You tell me. You are lit up like the Tokyo tower! Why didn't we film there by the way?"

"Permits, expense!" She shrugged. She'd tried, they'd shoot on the lawn if the could manage it. "Why do movies ever diverge from "the vision." She didn't grump More, but maybe harry didn't know that. She bet Nolan got his vision. With his track record and noms, and following and penis. Speaking of, she was ready to say fuck valor and his buddy discretion. What height was the sink.

"Nope, no distracting me!" He said when she tried to kiss him. "What's the news?" His leaf green eyes, the color of wasabi today, flicked back and forth over her ink eyes. He was written there. So was her excitement.

"I want to tell you when we have something to celebrate." She smiled and widened her large eyes.

"Does it have to do with the film? Might be nice to celebrate with the crew."

He was holding her hands, clutching them the way he did while she rode him. Bad thoughts, Harry. "You're distracting me now." His tongue touched the side of his mouth. "On purpose. And they can't all know, some won't be able to stay." Ada said like he already knew what she was talking about. "To stay...." he paused for her to fill him in. "To stay on the film for our Elvis scene." She squeezed his hand and bounced onto her tippy toes then heels. "I have to cut costs. But I think we might get the days!" "They said that?" His eyes were so big, like saucers and she wanted a big drink of their shared cup of joy. "Well, not yet. But they seemed enthused about the idea and one of them winked at me!" Ada sounded like that made her too sure. He bit his lip. "Who winked at you?

"Stu."

She put her head in his notch, right beneath his chin. Her notch. She slept there and smelled it when she woke up. "Let's not get our hopes too far up, ‘k, Smokes? Maybe low flying hopes?" "Ok!" she'd agreed but all of her was an exclamation mark.

Ada stayed entusiastic all night. She drank too much, a rarity for her, was chatty as all get out, and he had to drag her off the balcony naked. She was still buoyant this morning when she woke up, surprisingly not too fuzzy headed to smell his notch. Her headache, cowed by Harry's pills and water flush before bed, started to come back as she worked to wake him up. "Ighh!" Was the first "word" out of his mouth. "Smoke, I can tell it's very early by the light. The sun's not even up in the land of the rising sun! No human is meant to be awake right now, especially not one who was as excited," tongue between teeth. "As you last night."

He rolled over and she held him with her thighs. "That was bad, even for you, Velvet Elvis." "That was bad too." He rolled over and cracked an eye. "I veto that nickname. Seriously, how are you so bright and bonnie at such an early hour. You hit it harder than me." "Natural high!" She hopped off him taking his hand with her. "I've got a feeling, a good one." She kept on singing. He didn't join, was biting his lip in an unsexy way. "If you tell me you don't know that song, that it was before your time, I'll scream." "Course I know that song," he scoffed. "Yeah, your taste does run late middle age." He grr'ed, that face he made where he furrowed his brow cuz he was thinking hard, or hard thoughts. Then he shook it off. Damn she thought he'd chase her to the shower. "What's up, Harry?" "Nothing, just like to see you smiling." He then gave her a narrow eyed smirk and followed her to the bathroom, and grinned before he had to grit his teeth to end their coupling. But something was up, when they had a minute on set. She caught him staring pensively at her. More that once. "Hey Elvis!" He winced a little, she noticed. "You look upset." She poked the place his dimple should be and cocked her head to the side. "M'fine!" He cupped her elbow after a quick check of the clear coast. "Just, I don't....." he shook his head. "Got water in my nose when I was on my knees this morning." He flashed her his eyebrows. She allowed the distraction then. He kept it up, the not telling her, for days. She didn't think whatever he was not sharing was a secret, nothing harmful or tangible. That the way she felt at least, but why wasn't he sharing his thoughts? He was a brilliant boy, she liked when he shared his dreamy cerebral locomotive from one place to another.

She was sitting in her makeshift office trying to puzzle him out when her phone rang.

LA! Her news!

They were ready, all caught up with open endings for her choose your own adventure, all they needed was a yes! Harry knew the minute she came down her steps with heavy footfalls that his worries were true. He’d shared the hopes with Jeff right away, when they'd had the idea. Jeff had brightened and he could see it. Then he got that look, the one Harry hated, when he was gonna tell him no, or bad news. "Hersch." Oh, breaking it to him gently then. “I can almost guarantee they aren’t gonna give her an extra week for that scene, for any scene. Likely not even three days. Try to help her not get her hopes up too high.”

And he had, he had wanted to at least. He'd changed the subject when he couldn't but also tried to talk to her. But she was so young and free since she got the idea in her head and nourished herself on the possibility. Harry forced himself to talk sense to joy, had reminded her they were in the industry, and it was a harsh business, and even said, “don’t get excited til they tell you ‘yes.’” They had definitely told her no. And she was definitely in the angry portion of her response. She was coming onto set like an angry tsunami. He saw the PA in front of her scramble. Should he intercept her? Would it even help?

Instead he watched her, she had a look of absolute childlike disappointment, like when his dad would cancel visitation for a business event. Harry knew that look. He wanted to rescue her, but she wasn't a damsel in distress. What could he do? And then he saw her roll her shoulders, up, back, and down. Her face blanked and she nicely called for Kiko. 'Matcha' he read on her lips, she conferred with her AD and then sat down and got to business. He had never been so proud. Or so sad. She'd had to swallow disappointment, maybe even in public, more times than he could imagine if she did it so well and so quickly. And then she filmed the open ended scene. The one she'd written to make Harry Presley as she had recently called him, available. It worked for both narratives. She hadn't given up.

Neither would he. She held it together all through the day, and everybody seemed to sense her need, and they rose to their leader. Ada was a fantastic leader in triumph, and in defeat, he surmised. She'd make a wonderful wife in those for better and for worse moments. For worse, he felt when she made it back to their hotel room. He'd ordered mac n cheese, hot chamomile, and tacos, those he'd had to get from a carrier. She'd bitched about them not being available lightheartedly recently. How maybe it was all she missed of LA, tacos. Ada hadn't said much when she'd come in, just looked at him and shrugged. "Hungry?" "No, but I want to eat every bit of mac n cheese in the world."

She'd already found that plate, was chewing and opening the wine he'd had brought over. She drank from the bottle and smiled at the flavor then at the label. It was as fleeting as a hummingbird's flap, but he loved that he had earned that lip lift with his choice. Was it better to get her to talk now? Or later after they had decompressed? Now would get it out of the way then she could ignore it until tomorrow. Or let it roll off her back, get two glasses and comfort food down her neck, then ask for the detail he needed. When the tacos arrived, she cried. They were a little weird, it was rice instead of corn in the tortilla, but she couldn't believe he had found them. Then she launched into a story about her and Alysia, her best college girlfriend, going from Porto's to Tito's when they broke up with each of their first loves. "I’ve never been to Tito's." "You've been to Porto's right? Or we will have to go there as soon as you visit me in LA." "You asking me on a date?" he asked with a smirk and kept rubbing her shoulders. "I'm asking you to move in if you are gonna casa surreal, feed, water, and rub me when I'm not ok." She took her last bite and fell back onto his lap. Ada looked sideways. He gave her his attention, but didn't' stare her down, he could tell she had something to say. "If I only get you out of this movie..." her eyes glossed. "Do you, do you know what I mean?"

Then her eyes turned red while she suppressed the waterworks. "Yeah, yeah, I know. It's enough, you, for me too." He kissed her forehead. That night, she lavished him with oral affection and passed out after her own favor. But Harry couldn't sleep. She'd told him they were liking the dailies but the climate wasn't right for all the nostalgia she was feeling and his fan base was too young to know Elvis, though she argued they were wrong, pointing to Japan, and other bands cross generational appeal, rockabilly and car culture. They were impressed with the accelerated schedule, but wouldn't grant them the days. She'd said it matter of factly. Her tears were dried up through her tidal will, but she was sad. She ate the tacos, then a bit more mac n cheese, and made him promise to wake her up early enough to work out together. He'd called Masa, set up an early sweat sesh-- start the day with no guilt and with tension released. As the hours waned, he'd played with some lyrics, simple and heart felt, guitar on his lap in the living area. Then he had an idea. He'd have to talk to Jeff. Harry knew Ada was special, the first time he met her-- scratch that! The first time he saw ‘Wildflower’ but watching her champion and carry her hope had inspired him that day.

And it kept on inspiring him. It inspired the whole crew. And they did it, they finished, not early enough to squeeze in the scene. But they finished both story trajectories, so that if the producers were touched, they could do it and it would be a narrative match.

She'd gathered all her bravery today and asked for the time again. She had good reason too. A streamlined crew, shooting schedule, willing crew and hopeful cast.

He knew by Ada’s brave face they’d said no. He had some loving to do for the next few hours before the wrap party. For her, and her broken heart. And for him and his dashed hopes. He wanted the scene too, badly. “You ok?” He didn’t touch her, the crew eyed him funny and he knew they knew, or at least suspected. But Ada would blow a gasket. He wanted to hug her, but that would explode their cover. “Yeah.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I just wish I wasn’t surprised every time, ya know? When somebody says no.” Somebody like Garner to her music, or the producers to her vision.

“I think that just means you remain hopeful,” he shrugged. He’d prefer that to the alternative, her artist streak of optimism mixed with her day to day realism was a sight to behold. He wanted her to remain surprise-able. He was gonna feed it, water it, grow it. He saw Jeff nod at him from where he stood off set and Harry hid his grin. Ok. Plant food for his wildflower. “Let’s finish this ending, yeah?” he squeezed her shoulder. “Then let’s go celebrate our work, cuz it was stellar and swift, and then go home and cuddle until you feel better.” “I don’t WANT to CUDDLE.” She eyed him. “We can do that too, and Bob Ross all weekend. Let’s go have Akio meet Henry at the airport and they can get hitched by the pilot!” “The other ending is better, Akio should let Henry fly to Paris, and he should run back, like a reverse Rachel and Ross. Henry has making up to do. A public statement of love, a song.”

She knew she was pouting, and was letting her walls down enough so if any one was watching they’d see it. That was growth, or she was feeling loved and soft for her set family she couldn't help it. The vulnerability made him proud too. Harry knew for a fact they felt the same. Ada had maybe done a little too much celebrating by the time they got to the “wrap party.” Or commiserating, Harry wasn’t precisely sure which. She’d barely mentioned it, until she made a second drink sans mixer and sighed, “Oh well!” She was hanging on him a little, arm through his, and he was trying to pass it off as being gentlemanly and hoped no one noticed, until she said, loudly “What’s the stage for, Styles?”

He looked at her and smiled and shrugged. He watched her eyes haze over a bit.

“Are you....are you gonna sing for me?” None of her American reserve on show.

She was fully holding his hands now. And people, not hiding behind the cameras she hadn’t noticed, were smirking. “Yeah,” he chucked her chin. “Sorta, and that’s not all.” He made eye contact with Jeff and his manager nodded then gave a signal and everybody popped out of the woodwork ready to go. Ada looked around, in bafflement, then disbelief, then rapture. “We’re gonna get our Elvis?” She had crocodile tears, by the size of them, though the emotion was real. “We,” he motioned to everyone “Are gonna get our Elvis. They all agreed to work for free for a couple hours,” an editor cleared their throat, “days.” he conceded. “Oh my god! You guys!” Major, happy tears slid down her cheeks and into her dimples. He couldn't help but hug her.

Revelations be damned! Everybody was gonna know in an hour or so anyway. Harry went to change and Jeff got Ada situated. Gave her a matcha and a wine, to ensure she had her choice. It was meant to be a party after all, a wrapping party as they finished the film with a figurative bow. Harry came out, in his Elvis finery, from the earlier scene, took a deep breath, and made sure his eye line for the camera was on Akio, for the shot he had spent a long week organizing, but he really only had eyes for Ada. “Love me tender, love me sweet

Never let me go.

You have made my life complete

And I love you so

Love me tender, love me true

All my dreams fulfill

For my darling I love you”

He sounded good, he’d been practicing. Ada knew, she knew he was everything people thought he could be, more. It was why she had taken the movie. When the movie request had come across her desk, she’d immediately done her research, it was obvious, his charisma. So she’d slipped her way into Harry and Megan’s real reception, and she had listened. She and Megan were old friends. And then she knew.

She’d said yes. To the movie. Ada never felt surer of a decision than that moment. Harry had made her doubt it, until Nirvana.

But she felt even surer now. She'd say yes to anything he ever asked her again, maybe. The boy was moved by love. The wedding the first time, and for her, here in this moment. The whole crew, he’d convinced them all, to give her her vision. She had to stop crying. Unlikely, until he stopped singing.

And I always will

Love me tender, love me long

Take me to your heart

For it's there that I belong

And will never part

Love me tender, love me true

All my dreams fulfill

For my darling I love you

And I always will

Love me tender, love me dear

Tell me you are mine

I'll be yours through all the years

'Til the end of time

Love me tender, love me true

All my dreams fulfill

For my darling I love you

And I always will!

The song had the crew swaying, in the moment. And when Harry kept going, when he said his sorrys, Henry begged Akio. Akio who simply hugged him, forgave him, ran away with his Prince and there wasn’t a dry eye among them. Ada was floored and vindicated. The studio would be amazed. She had no doubt. “Cut!” Ada hiccuped. “Than--!” “Actually, Smokes, there’s a little more, if you don’t mind.” “What?” Ada sat back down in her astonishment, like his sentence was weights in her pocket. Harry couldn’t stop his explosive laugh. He choked up on the third word, but Ada was standing with her hands on her heart by the first bar. She cupped her face when he started singing.

He’d refused to sing it in the movie.

Or for Karoake.

Anywhere.

But, he was singing it for her, only to her, though others could hear it. “Wise men say....only fools rush in, But I can’t help, falling in love with you.”

She was on stage with him before the song was over, he barely uttered the last syllable before she held his chin and kissed him tender and true. The crew clapped when he cued the song to play again while they kissed, though they couldn’t hear him sing it into her ear between nuzzles. He sang “Love Me Tender” at the premiere, and the Golden Globes.

But he only sang “Can’t Help Falling in Love” into her fragrant neck ever again.

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Billy Harper Quintet – In Europe (Full Album)

Billy Harper Quitet in Europe is an album by American jazz saxophonist Billy Harper recorded in 1979 for the Italian Soul Note label.

“The Billy Harper Quintet’s In Europe appeared as the first release from the Soul Note label, a co-label of Milan’s other avant-garde label, Black Saint, in 1979. In Europe presents Texas-born composer and tenor saxophonist Harper and his quintet, featuring an energetic lineup of musicians including Everett Hollins on trumpet, Fred Hersch on piano, Louie “Mbiki” Spears on bass, and Horace Arnold on drums. Recorded in Milan at Barigozzi studios, In Europe gives a fine glimpse at the power and intensity of Harper’s compositions and his tremendous abilities as an improviser. Harper’s gorgeous tone is reminiscent of John Coltrane’s, an artist whose spiritual and soulful playing Harper builds off of to shape his own organic style. The three compositions presented on In Europe include some of Harper’s best work, notably “Priestess,” with its infectious gospel progression, and the energized and melodic “Calvary.” Highly recommended music for post-bop and free jazz appreciators.” – Jeff Schwachter/AllMusic .

#jazz #freejazz #postbop #saxophone #BillyHarper

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nonesuchrecords · 2 years

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Happy International Jazz Day! Celebrate with the Nonesuch: Jazz playlist, featuring nearly four decades of recordings by artists like Brad Mehldau, Joshua Redman, Cécile McLorin Salvant, Mary Halvorson, Tigran Hamasyan, Jeff Parker, Rachael & Vilray, Ben LaMar Gay, Rob Mazurek, Sam Gendel, Pat Metheny, Bill Frisell, Allen Toussaint, Fred Hersch, and more. You can hear it on Spotify and Apple Music here.

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riffsstrides · 7 years

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Brad Mehldau

10 Years Solo Live

Nonesuch, 2015

Brad Mehldau: piano

It is interesting how solo piano performance holds a special, privileged place in jazz music. What is even more interesting is how artists have gone to renew this format over and over again as time went on. Along the way they have expanded the language of improvised music by exploring novel paths of thematic developments. An entire lifetime can be spent on understanding how a single instrument like the piano can be re-used and re-planned in variously different contexts in one single genre known as jazz. In the world of jazz, there is a constant fight for every musician to carve out their own way or their instrumental niche, something that would make them distinct from the others. Some are born to greatness and have that innate gift, some work hard to achieve it while others never really achieve that. Pianist Brad Mehldau clearly belongs to the first group of artists. Mehldau is an artist with wide ranging interests and tastes, and cryptic insights as well. No contemporary pianist more brilliantly established himself through an extraordinarily distinctive identity than him. Clearly influenced by someone like pianist Fred Hersch, someone with a broad tastes for music and who has opted for emotional impact than dry virtuosity, the world of Brad Mehldau is full of exploration and expansive efforts which has found him working in various formations within the jazz spectrum and beyond. Starting from Elegyac Cycle, (Warner Bros, 1999) a conceptual solo piano effort, this format seems to be one of those riskier efforts he has excelled in, along with the famed trio he often performs with. More and more, he emerged as a player with a stunning virtuosity and daring ability to mine far reaches of improvisation. Selected from solo piano performances in various cities in Europe over a period of 10 years and spread to 4 CDs or 8 vinyls, pianist Brad Mehldau's 10 Years Solo Live is an outstanding achievement. Conceptually divided into 4 groups or divisions, "Dark/Light," "The Concert," "Intermezo/Ruckblick" and "E Minor/E Major," these sets reveal the wide-ranging tastes and his abilities as a performer and interpreter. His musical world is a world where rich confluences of jazz history, classical and popular music mesh together and come out in a very unique and contemporary way. In a way, the songs and compositions in each group form a suite follwoing their own inner logic. Jazz has always been music that was energized by tensions between tradition and innovation, causing heated debates and inspiring some astonishing music along the way. Most of the selections he has chosen are obviously far from classical jazz repertoire and it's a mixture of originals and a plethora of other stuff. It is interesting how Mehldau's instincts are informed not only by jazz and classical music, but pop and alternative rock, finding inspiration from vast corners of modern popular music. Obviously, he is a man of many signatures, all written in disappearing ink. Mehldau's choices of including modern marvels such as indie band Verve's "Bittersweet Symphony," Pink Floyd's "Hey You," Massive Attack's "Teardrop," or Nirvana's "Smell Like Teen Spirit," to name but a few tracks from his vast repertoire. The outcome is so compelling as Mehldau successfully blurs the lines, by making this music uniquely his own. He immerses so much in this music by valorising technical astonishments as a means to an end, while delivering intangible and mysterious rewards and accomplishments. It's almost as he has written all of this music, and in a way he has. Conceptually, regardless of the source, the music that emanates stampedes, tiptoes, pirouettes, punches, propels and seduces. Also present are equally creative interpretations of music by pianist Thelonious Monk, classical composer Johannes Brahms, saxophonist John Coltrane, singer and composer Brian Wilson, or by group Radiohead. With well over 300 minutes, it is obvious that the selections were carefully curated. What is evident is that Mehldau is completely immersed in the emotional landscapes that these songs offer. He is an engaging, playful, elegant and erudite improviser. What he gives emphasis on is more to emotional content rather than dry virtuosity or craft. Every track is a world on to its own and Mehldau expertly shows his prowess throughout. This would result in lengthy improvisations and reconstructions. For eg. The Beatles' "And I Love Her" and Jeff Buckley's "Dream Brother" are originally 3 to 5 minute pop songs and when they get performed by Mehldau they elegantly unfold into 13 to 16 minute tracks. The way he interprets and stretches these songs it often resembles an aural representation of complex clockworks. He has a phenomenal capacity to play complicated music with astonishing clarity and liveliness. Actually, this creative process resembles a sort of musical stream of consciousness. Yet, Mehldau remains faithful to these songs' original innate essence. He gives every indication of being a mind at work, not just a fleeting pair of hands. His hands are in constant motion with his keystrokes flowing like rivulets into a mighty river. Even though his approach triggers a wealth of ideas, the larger picture is always kept in view. His technique really allows to forget technique entirely and the songs sparkle with invention in this setting. Often he shows grace and elegance as he takes the melodies into uncharted territories. 10 Years Solo Live doesn't feel like a compilation of selected performances put together, but the whole repertoire flows into a complete whole. Somehow these sound like a free-flowing single works. It's a beautiful release/box from a unique pianist who continually shows what the piano can do.

NENAD GEORGIEVSKI in All About Jazz

#Brad Mehldau #10 Years Solo Live #Nonesuch #NENAD GEORGIEVSKI #All About Jazz

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decanting-cerebral · 7 years

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200 + 1: The Music Of 2016

Africaine 808, Basar [Golf Channel Recordings] Africans With Mainframes [Heiroglyphic Being + Noleian Reusse], K.M.T. [Soul Jazz] Afro-Haitian Experimental Orchestra, Afro-Haitian Experimental Orchestra [Glitterbeat] Alpha 606, Afro-Cuban Electronics [Interdimensional Transmissions] Oren Ambarchi, Hubris [Editions Mego] Darcy James Argue’s Secret Society, Real Enemies [New Amsterdam] A$AP Ferg, Always Strive And Prosper [RCA] Asda, The Abyss [NoCorner] Atlantis Jazz Ensemble, Oceanic Suite [Marlow Records] Audacity, Hyper Vessels [Suicide Squeeze] Babyfeather, “BBF” Hosted By DJ Escrow [Hyperdub] Azealia Banks, Slay-Z [self-released] Kenny Barron Trio, Book Of Intuition [Impulse!] Beekman, Beekman Vol. 2 [Ropeadope] Bent Shapes, Wolves Of Want [Slumberland] Beyoncé, Lemonade [Parkwood Entertainment] Big Ups, Before A Million Universes [Exploding In Sound] BJ The Chicago Kid, In My Mind [Motown/UMG] Black Bombaim & Peter Brotzmann [Shhpuma] Black Milk & Nat Turner, The Rebellion Sessions [Computer Ugly] Carla Bley/Andy Sheppard/Steve Swallow, Andando El Tiempo [ECM] Jane Ira Bloom, Early Americans [Outline] Bombino, Azel [Partisan Records] Brookzill!, Throwback To The Future [Tommy Boy]

Danny Brown, Atrocity Exhibition [Warp] Jaimeo Brown Transcendence, Work Songs [Motema Music] Taylor Ho Bynum, Enter The PlusTet [Firehouse 12] Uri Caine Trio, Calibrated Thickness [816 Music] Will Calhoun, Celebrating Elvin Jones [Motema] Car Seat Headrest, Teens Of Denial [Matador] Causa Sui, Return to Sky [El Paraiso] Cavern of Anti-Matter, void beats/invocation trex [Duophonic] Chance The Rapper, Coloring Book [self-released] The Chicago Plan, The Chicago Plan, [Clean Feed] Chimurenga Renaissance, Girlz With Gunz [Glitterbeat] Brandy Clark, Big Day In A Small Town [Warner Bros.] The Coathangers, Nosebleed Weekend [Suicide Squeeze] Avishai Cohen, Into The Silence [ECM] Leonard Cohen, You Want It Darker [Sony] Kweku Collins, Nat Love [Closed Sessions] Frankie Cosmos, Next Thing [Bayonet Records] Andrew Cyrille Quartet, The Declaration Of Musical Independence [ECM] Damana (Dag Magnus Narvesen Octet), Cornua Copiae [Clean Feed] The Dead C, Trouble [Ba Da Bing!] Deap Vally, Femejism [Nevado Music] Death Grips, Bottomless Pit [Third Worlds] Debo Band, Ere Gobez [FPE Records] Jack DeJohnette, In Movement [ECM] Olegario Diaz, Aleph In Chromatic [SteepleChase]

Whit Dickey / Kirk Knuffke, Fierce Silence [Clean Feed] DJ Rude One, ONEderful [2RBR] Pierre Dorge & New Jungle Orchestra, Ubi Zaa [SteepleChase] Dave Douglas, Dada People [Greenleaf] Dre Hocevar, Transcendental Within The Sphere Of Indivisible Remainder [Clean Feed] Mark Dresser Seven, Sedimental You [Clean Feed] Dressy Bessy, Kingsized [Yep Roc Records] Drive-By Truckers, American Band [ATO Records] Earprint, Earprint [Endectomorph] Harris Eisenstadt, Old Growth Forest [Clean Feed] Eskimeaux, Year Of The Rabbit [Double Double Whammy] Family Atlantica, Cosmic Unity [Soundway] The Field, The Follower [Kompakt] Fire!, She Sleeps She Sleeps [Rune Grammofon] Flatbush Zombies, 3001: A Laced Odyssey [Glorious Dead Recordings] Zélia Fonseca, O Terceiro Olho da Abelha 9Yellowbird] Michael Formanek / Ensemble Kolossus, The Distance [ECM] Daniel Freedman, Imagine That [Anzic Records] Free Nelson MandoomJazz, The Organ Grinder [RareNoise] Fruit Bats, Absolute Loser [Easy Sound Recording Company] Robbie Fulks, Upland Stories [Bloodshot] Ras G, The El-Aylien Tapes [Leaving Records] Gambari Band, Kokuma [Membran Media] Giant Peach, Tarantula [Don Giovanni Records] Bob Gluck [etc], Infinite Spirit: Revisiting Music Of The Mwandishi Band [self-released]

GoGo Penguin, Man Made Object [Decca Records France] Brian Groder Trio, R Train On The D Line [Latham Records] Los Hacheros, Bambulaye [Jacob Plasse] Charlie Haden/Liberation Music Orchestra, Time/Life [Impulse!] Mary Halvorson Octet, Away With You [Firehouse 12] Handsome Family, Unseen [Loose Music] PJ Harvey, The Hope Six Demolition Project [Island] Alexander Hawkins & Evan Parker, Leaps In Leicester [Clean Feed] The Heliocentrics, From The Deep [Now-Again Records] The Fred Hersch Trio, Sunday Night At The Vanguard [Palmetto] Hinds, Leave Me Alone [Mom + Pop] Anna Högberg Attack, Anna Högberg Attack [Omlott] Homeboy Sandman, Kindness For Weakness [Stones Throw] HXLT, HXLT [Def Jam] The I Don’t Cares, Wild Stab [Dry Wood Music] Ethan Iverson, The Purity Of The Turf [Criss Cross] Jigmastas, Resurgence Resurgence [BBE] Julie Ruin, Hit Reset [Hardly Art] Ka, Honor Killed The Samurai [Iron Works] Matthew Shipp/Bobby Kapp, Cactus [Northern Spy] Kaytranada, 99.9% [XL] Allan Kingdom, Northern Lights [So Cold Records] Aly Keïta, Kalo-Yele [Intakt Records] Kel Assouf, Tikounen [Igloo Records] Alicia Keys, Here [RCA]

The Knocks, 55 [Big Beat Records] Kirk Knuffke [& Jesse Stacken], Satie [SteepleChase] Konono No. 1, Konono No. 1 Meets Batida [Crammed Discs] Kool A.D., Official [self-released] Glenn Kotche / So Percussion, Drumkit Quartets [Cantaloupe Music] Krakauer’s Ancestral Groove, Checkpoint [Table Pounding Records] Julian Lage, Arclight [Mack Avenue] La Sera, Music For Listening To Music To [Polyvinyl Record Co.] Lady Gaga, Joanne [Interscope] Kendrick Lamar, untitled unmastered [Aftermath/Interscope] Law Holt, City [Soulpunk] Okkyung Lee / Christian Marclay, Amalgam [Northern Spy] Steve Lehman/Sélébéyone, Sélébéyone [Pi] Jinx Lennon, Past Pupils Stay Sane [Septic Tiger] Jinx Lennon, Magic Bullets Of Madness To Uplift Grief Magnets [Septic Tiger] James Brandon Lewis Trio, No Filter [BNS] L’Orange & Mr Lif, Life & Death Of Scenery [Mello Music] Baaba Maal, Traveller [Knitting Factory] Luísa Maita, Fio da Memória [Cumbancha] Mantra Percussion / Michael Gordon: Timber Remixed [Cantaloupe Music] Milton Marsh, The Music Of Milton Marsh Revisited Vol. 1 [Alankara Records] Leyla McCalla, A Day For The Hunter, A Day For The Prey [JazzVillage] Lori McKenna, The Bird & The Rifle [CN Records] Allison Miller’s Boom Tic Boom, Otis Was A Polar Bear [Royal Potato Family] Nick Millevoi, Desertion [Shhpuma Records]

Mr Fingers, Outer Acid EP [Alleviated] Mr. Lif, Don’t Look Down [Mello Music Group] Moksha, Beauty Of An Arbitrary Moment [Jazzland] Heraldo do Monte, Heraldo do Monte [Biscoito Fino] Moodymann, DJ-Kicks [!K7 Records] Clara Moreno, Samba Esquema Novo De Novo [Far Out] Maren Morris, Hero [Sony] Murray, Allen & Carrrington Power Trio, Perfection [Motema] Roy Nathanson & Friends, Nearness And You: Duets And Improvisations [Clean Feed] Willie Nelson, Summertime: Willie Nelson Sings Gershwin [Sony] Nisennenmondai, #N/A, [On-U Sound] No Em Pingo D’Agua, Sambatologia [Biscoito Fino] Nots, Cosmetic [Goner] NxWorries, Yes Lawd! [Stones Throw] Frank Ocean, Blond [Boys Don’t Cry] Aruan Ortiz Trio, Hidden Voices [Intakt Records] Anderson .Paak, Malibu [Steel Wool / OBE] Jeff Parker, New Breed [International Anthem] Aaron Parks, Groovements [Sundance] Parquet Courts, Human Performance [Rough Trade] Florian Pellissier Quintet, Cap De Bonne Esperance [Heavenly Sweetness] Luis Perdomo, Spirits & Warriors [Criss Cross Jazz] Pet Shop Boys, Super [x2 Recordings] Ralph Peterson, Triangular III [Onyx/Truth Revolution] Richard Poole / Marilyn Crispell / Gary Peacock, In Motion [Intakt]

Margo Price, Midwest Farmer’s Daughter [Third Man Records] Psychic TV, Alienist [Dais Records] Punkt3, Ordnung Herrscht [Clean Feed] Quantic Presents Flowering Inferno, 1000 Watts [Tru Thoughts] Isaiah Rashad, The Sun’s Tirade [Top Dawg] Joshua Redman & Brad Mehldau, Nearness [Nonesuch] Renegades Of Jazz, Moyo Wangu [Agogo] Eric Revis Trio [w/ Kris Davis and Gerald Cleaver], Crowded Solitudes [Clean Feed] Rhythm Future Quartet, Travels [Rhythm Future Quartet] Rihanna, Anti [Westbury Road Entertainment] Jim Rotondi, Dark Blue [Smoke Sessions] Rudy Royston, Rise Of Origin [Greenleaf] Roswell Rudd, Jamie Saft, Trevor Dunn, Balázs Pándi, Strength & Power [RareNoise] Wanda Sá, Cá entre nós [Fina Flor] Sao Paulo Underground, Cantos Invisiveis [Cuneiform] Savages, Adore Life [Matador] Scarcity Of Tanks, Ringleader Lies [Total Life] Mikael Seifu, Zelalem [RVNG Intl.] Noura Mint Seymali, Arbina [Glitterbeat] Shabaka & The Elders, Wisdom Of Ancestors [Brownswood] Paul Simon, Stranger To Stranger [Concord] Sleigh Bells, Jessica Rabbit [Torn Clean] Wadada Leo Smith, America’s National Parks [Cuneiform] Sneaks, Gymnastics [Merge] Snowboy & The Latin Section, New York Afternoon [Mark Cotgrove]

Elza Soares, The Woman at the End of the World [Mais Um Discos] Solange, A Seat At The Table [Columbia] Sonzeira, Tam Tam Tam Reimagined [Brownswood] So Pitted, neo [Sub Pop] Vince Staples, Prima Donna [Def Jam] Robert Stillman, Rainbow [self-released] Sturgill Simpson, A Sailor’s Guide To Earth [Atlantic] Sun Ra / Merzbow, Strange City [Cold Spring] Swet Shop Boys, Cashmere [Customs] Tegan And Sara, Love You To Death [Warner Bros] The Thermals, We Disappear [Saddle Creek] Thug Entrancer, Arcology [Kemado/Mexican Summer] A Tribe Called Quest, We got it from Here...Thank You 4 Your service [Epic] Trio Da Paz [Lubambo/Matta/Fonseca], 30 [Zoho Music] Ukandanz, Awo [Atypeek Music] Caetano Veloso & Gilberto Gil, Dois Amigos, Um Seculo De Musica David Virelles, Antenna EP [ECM] Dan Weiss, Sixteen: Drummers Suite [Pi Recordings] Kanye West, The Life Of Pablo [self-released] Waco Brothers, Going Down In History [Bloodshot] Greg Ward, Touch My Beloved’s Thought [Greenleaf Music] Warehouse, super low [Bayonet] White Lung, Paradise [Domino Recording Co] Wussy, Forever Sounds [Shake It Records] Eri Yamamoto Trio, Life [AUM Fidelity] La Yegros, Magnetismo [Soundway] Yoni & Getti, Testarossa [Joyful Noise]

-- jazz, pop, avant: a jumping off point for explorations.

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