I’ve learned from music to feel something in your gut. Then you know what’s what.
Read MoreThe story is the same always: one of you leaves first & you both know who it’s going to be.
Read MoreThe work you sent us this reading period was saxophone & city skyline, was blue-lit & dancing, was storm-filled & warm.
Read MoreThe music jumps, cuts, flourishes in a way I don’t attempt to map out, recognizing the particular logic of feel.
Read MoreCadenza seizes our attention, rockets us skyward like childhood swings. We grip its chains and fly.
Read MoreThe music we've been playing through record-scratch mornings & drunk-dancing nights, a selection for Issue V...
Read MoreThe only way left for the world to spin is forward. We hope you come with us—but if even if you don’t, we’re going still.
Read MoreCities are places of jazz—where it was born, where it has changed, and where it thrives.
Read MoreThe magic that defines cadenza through all this smoke, keeps Half Mystic dancing & breathing & cacophonous & alive.
Read MoreFor as long as I’ve known, my hipbone has made music.
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