I grew up moving around. Following my dad’s TV news career, we’d pick up and shift to a new city if not every year then...

The more I come to understand confidence, the more I see it stemming from a lovely internal stillness. If lakes existed somewhere in the core...

For me, it’s the way it starts. No, I don’t mean the sentimental sashay of an intro, with acoustic guitar and harmonica refracting like heat...

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...