Heavy Rotation

This year, release dates be damned. Here’s the music that delivered an unexpected thrill while motoring through the desert.

My map is upside down, inscrutable, and probably for a different planet.

The end of another year, and exhaustion hangs heavy like a fog.

But Christ, who wants to remember this year, let alone provide the soundtrack?

Pictures, songs, and paragraphs wash across my screen one minute and disappear the next.

The endless churn of the digital jukebox brings to mind Adorno and Horkheimer’s phrase from 1944: “the freedom to choose what is always the same.”

Slow-motion strings and liturgical drones from Athens, Greece.