It’s impossible to tell if the quietude and the blank expression on the face of the performer is a sign of relaxation or stress. I’ve learned that whatever sounds peaceful is informed by chaos, and there is always an order underlying the mess. I’ve also learned that it’s never as simple as it seems, especially now. Previously an audience kept the performer company, but now the lounge is empty, the audience is invisible, the performer is alone. This is lounge music for when the lounge is the bedroom, and the studio, and the dining room, etc.
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