Hey, you. I’m sure you noticed, but in case you didn’t, it’s that time of year again: Every publication is throwing out their top album lists from the year. Top jazz albums! Top world albums! Etc! Etc! It’s no secret that the lists are massaged, heavily, by publicists. A necessary and totally fine part of the game. Even with this knowledge, I felt stung when first reading the lists this year. With very few exceptions, not one of the albums I adored made it on. Then I realized much of my bitterness was unfounded and silly. As a label owner, I’m legitimately
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