The ambitious 15-song collection has a sound that’s impossible to pin down.
Whether you like jazz at brunch or you brought your own instrument, there’s a spot for you.
Remember Trash Bar? The divey-est of dive bars, the rock ‘n’ roll music venue in South Williamsburg with walls covered in stickers and lined with old car chair seats, and a bathroom that smelled unmistakably of piss? And remember mourning it when it closed last summer?
We know time machines don’t exist yet
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Imagine: Just you, Bushwick November melancholy, and sweet live jazz