watching the clouds from my tower in the sky

I'm currently at my desk, listening to the discography of Elliot Smith from the very start. I'm on the latter half of Roman Candle right now. He's one of those artists that I know the hits from, and a few deeper cuts by virtue of recommendations or lucky finds, but I've never truly sat through everything he's put out. This album fascination of mine has had an unexpected but very welcome side effect: I barely use streaming for music at home anymore. I've rediscovered the joys of listening to records, and thank my 16-year-old self every night for blowing my library paychecks in high school on albums of all kinds. Here are some records that I'm listening to lately at home: Blowout Comb by Digable Planets (jazz hip-hop/rap, 90s Brooklyn) How Sad, How Lovely by Connie Converse (pure singer-songwriter folk, 50s New York) Butterfly by Kimiko Kasai and Herbie Hancock (Disco disco disco.) Um Violao em Primeiro Plano By Rosinha Valencia (Bossa, 70s Rio de Janeiro) Ever since I started seriously…