the high art of jillian jacqueline
I recently confessed to Salma El Wardany that I have a playlist called Red Clay Heart Break, my attempt at a soft rhyme working only if one drags out the long A sound in both clay and break. This playlist, like almost all playlists, is embarrassingly uncool. There is no Tinariwen, no Mashrou’ Leila, or even any Tom Odell. There is no Otoboke Beaver. Thi…