Recloose

This is the sound of cloud-covered days and rain-slicked streets, half-lit street corners and errant rhythm boxes spooling out the Chiba City blues.

This time of year — when late autumn begins giving way to the dawning chill of winter — often takes me back to the year 2001, a swirling vortex of electronic jazz and machine soul.

A selection of random access memories of those beatnik denizens residing comfortably at the interface of rock and jazz in singular fashion.

Sade is one of those strange attractors in music, a figure who seems to almost effortlessly command total respect from the cognoscenti.

Picking up where the original Parallax 100 left off, this list represents the next hundred entries in my top 200 records of all time.

Halloween. A day with a lot of memories through the years, but when it comes to music I think back to one in particular. It was about fifteen years ago.