I really enjoyed tuning into David Benjamin Blower‘s climate crisis lament as he meandered his way through his set in a friend’s lounge – beautiful, melancholy, folkish; I’ve never heard anything quite like it. It’s the first time I’ve listened to a musical journey, and I was again struck by how I listen differently with a pen in my hand.
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