Listening to Jon Hassell in a Disjointed Age
Some music slides into your life politely. Other sounds arrive like mysterious artifacts—half-remembered dreams, or transmissions from a place you’ve never been but somehow recognize. Jon Hassell’s work belongs squarely in the latter camp: uncanny, enveloping, and oddly intimate, like the voice of a friend whispering in a language you don’t know. Hassell wasn’t just a trumpeter, or even merely a composer. He was a cartographer of phantom geographies. His self-coined concept of Fourth World music—"a unified primitive/futuristic sound"—wasn't a […]