Some songs explode on stage. In the lead-up to seeing Andy Shauf perform at Toronto’s historic Massey Hall, I’d been spending time with his discography, including...

“Otis” begins, as some of the best songs do, unexpectedly. A guitar string reverberates ever so briefly, first plucked and then bent, echoing forth a...

I’ve been thinking lately about music as a conversation. For me, that tends to take place internally. When I listen to music by myself, it...

Does getting-ready music define the mood or does the mood define getting-ready music? Either way, it undeniably lays the foundation for the night. In college,...

I’ve done a lot of leaving as an adult. The poetic call it nomadic, the nihilistic call it lost, and I’ve been known to call...

When I first moved back to New York in the early, wintry days of 2018, I was nearly a year into working nights for Pitchfork....

I’ve been retreating since the start of the new year. Part of it comes down to logistics (I’m moving to another country in just a...

Christmas music is a mood best supported by variety rather than entirety. Before streaming services became our de facto listening system, I recall hand-selecting five...

The problem of long covid looks different for everyone who ends up with this unfortunate condition, and many experience overlapping diagnoses. For me, it has...

Look at me making grand proclamations about listening to softer fare in the early mornings only to have that stance tested just days later. A...