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After that it’s all response, which might be interesting to read
about, but is rather beside the point. What I love about this record
is what made jazz great in the first place: that it privileges not
the finely-regarded feeling bequeathed us by the Romantics, but the
bristling uncaged feeling championed by Walt Whitman. When the ensemble
really gets gone, I feel as though the infinite possibilities of the
universe, its great unknowability, are somehow on display. It has to
it a liberating quality like nothing else. It is also one hell of thing
to listen to while jet-lagged. If you do it right you can honestly
see stars, and if you look at them long enough they start to look like
eyeballs, which is a pretty impressive effect, you’ll have to
admit. And that, by God, is about all I’ve got for you, Josh.
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