Kevin Morby

City Music “is an airplane descending over frozen lakes into Chicago.” City Music “is riding the Q Train out to Coney Island to smell the ocean and a morning in Philadelphia where greats cranes reconfigure the buildings like an endless puzzle.” City Music “is a quiet afternoon moment on a bench in Baltimore, a highway in Seattle at night where the distant houses look like tiny flames and a bottle of red wine being drained on a bridge in Paris.” City Music “is a bus pulling into St. Louis at dawn where the arch looks like a metal rainbow reflecting the days early sunlight.”