Sean Deason

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.

The Laurel Canyon scene was defined by a coterie of singer-songwriters to emerge from L.A. as the sixties turned to the seventies. This is a list of 25 records...

Seeing as we've moved into the dog days of summer, the moment seems right to bring back the Motion series. This selection happens to include some of my all-time favorite techno music.

This music is like Detroit — a complete mistake. It's like George Clinton and Kraftwerk stuck in an elevator. The subject turns to techno, house and other things...

Techno as only the Master Reese could do it. Holding court last weekend at Movement, it's clear that he's gonna keep right on doing it for years to come.

Each of these records is a chapter in the story of music's dalliance with the cosmos, tracing a fascination with the stars through the 20th and beyond.

A few years back, I started a limited series in which I'd post a weekly tune that was locked into the celestial. I called it Deep Space Music.