Eight Hours in Brooklyn

Skream’s Where You Should Be, Eight Hours in Brooklyn, and Summer

I’ve written before, on this blog, about the “fine-grained, specific recall” of memories that listening to a song can bring about. I’m inclined to think that any time I pen a note of appreciation here about a particular piece of music, I will do so by also noting and paying attention to its associations; itContinue reading “Skream’s Where You Should Be, Eight Hours in Brooklyn, and Summer”