The flat screen on your living room wall, the cable box below it and that digital program guide that help you find your way through an increasingly congested universe of shopping networks, reality show repeats and the eight channels you actually watch might as well have been inhabitants of a dying star in 2018.
In a cooly blunt scene from this fall’s art market documentary “The Price of Everything,” New York gallerist Gavin Brown offers his observations on the nature of art and money: “They are like Siamese twins — money and art,” he says.
Though often associated with being a form that emphasizes the instrumental, some of my favorite recordings in jazz this year also include the human voice, though maybe not in a way that’s often associated with vocal jazz.
By the time he’s gotten to the song’s first chorus, Matty Healy of the 1975 has already addressed fake news, Black Lives Matter, online data breaches, America’s prison-industrial complex and his own addiction to heroin.
It was a good year for the troubadours — the modern-day equivalent to the town criers of old, and those who take it on themselves to inform and enlighten those within earshot to the dangers and the virtues of the world around them.