James A. Reeves
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Ohio

January 21, 2022

Blank skies, single-digit temperatures, and the sun goes down at 5:38pm. Here in the Middle West, I’m filling the quiet with books and music, absorbed by text and sound in ways I haven’t felt in years

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2021 Rotation

Putting a record on loop is still the best way for me to nail my memories to some kind of texture and timeline.

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2020 Rotation

Music felt more necessary than ever this year.

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2019 Rotation

This year I heard a more spiritual bent in my favorite records, something nervy and apocalyptic that craves refuge.

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2018 Rotation

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.”

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So Tired

A soundtrack for mourning the death of reason.

Iceland

March 1, 2017

Soundtrack for leaving Iceland: the choral drift of Popol Vuh which sounds like glaciers, mist, and devotion at 35,000 feet.

Hymns for the End of the World

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

Snapshots

Fripp and Eno on the Hi-Fi

The glorious sound of power lines humming on a Saturday night long before the age of pixels and screens.

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