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This disc is an example of what is so lovely about independent music: singular, eccentric musicians/composers working in some utterly disconnected deep musical world, emerging later with a completed work as they squint in the light of day.

Zach Condron, the heart of Beirut, is a nineteen-year-old kid from NYC via Albuquerque, New Mexico. But you can know that only by being told. Just hearing this music alone would have convinced you that it sprang from a rag-tag group of musicians from the Balkans, circa the 1950s. A lost artifact,…

working
from
home.

Three holy words to be only whispered between cupped hands or shouted to the high heavens. I've always imagined it — Working. From. Home. — to be a life full of sunshine and smiles and tingling toes. I'll wake at the usual time, but instead of rolling heavily out of bed, I'll linger for a happy moment, knowing that there's nowhere else for me to be. I'll rise gently and walk the seventeen short steps into the kitchen where the coffee will suddenly brew itself.

Oh, even before I that, I'…

I find this odd because about the only part of the downloadable revolution that I don't get is the lack of a tactile component. There's nothing to touch. No cover art to gaze at while the music first plays. No lyrics or credits to immediately read. Yeah, I know it'…

Today, I felt it. I think now that this strange feeling must be just about opposite but equal to the feeling the audio reviewer catches when initially unpacking a certain piece of gear. The feeling is different, you see, for each component. At least, that's…