On the Fly, Again (April 23rd, 2018, Columbia, Missouri)

Just a day of mostly disparate listening.

I like racket, especially black racket, right now, when (as is unfortunately usual) it’s needed:

Because I am curious on principle, I am frequently taken by surprise:

Sometimes, I stick with things, perhaps, beyond their shelf-life (fuck, man, the band and arrangements are sharp):

Though I don’t like to report it, I have high hopes that are occasionally disappointed:

That is all. Apologies.