Burgeoning trumpet great John Cross introduced me to Reich's minimalism years ago, but it's got a lot more backdoors to get its hooks in me in 2014. The way notes melt into texture on this hourlong song, the way you get those buzzes and surges that I reach for via electronics, achieved via the sheer culmination of decisively analog sounds, the emotional switches flipped by the abstract.
It's an experience, somehow soothing and tense, changing drastically depending on how closely you listen. Vital, easy, difficult, slippery stuff - been on my mind since first listen 4/5
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