BRUCK'LYN, the former corporate titan turned progressive house maestro, has dropped "Moonshot," an instrumental track that's less about lunar landings and more about an inner space voyage. Why do pigeons always seem to know where they're going? Anyway, BRUCK'LYN seems to be directing us towards our own navigational prowess, through sound. https://open.spotify.com/track/5JProTd7nCXRCoVZFtRlNn?si=bAfv2DJBQE2t4SoXF5K1RA "Moonshot" builds slowly. Not like waiting for a particularly stubborn microwave meal to heat...

What does it mean for music to be “live” anymore? In an era of backing tracks, digital corrections, and performances polished to a frictionless gleam, the term has lost some of its meaning. It often signifies little more than the physical presence of a performer on a stage. But then, an album like Udeigwe’s "Live in Williamsburg" appears, and it serves as a powerful reminder...