On many days lately, the last places I’ve wanted to be are 2020 and 2021. I’ve been retreating to the 1950s, creating in my apartment a musical time capsule. That’s thanks to Brooklynites who have been clearing out their closets while stuck at home, finding all manner of LP records and depositing them in second-hand stores, where I’ve stumbled upon them at giveaway prices. Those neighbors have allowed their past to be my present. – David Patrick Stearns
