From The Desk Of Jesca Hoop: Airport Massage Chairs

The first thing you notice about singer/songwriter Jesca Hoop’s seventh full-length is how spare it sounds, each song assembled only from two or three instrumental elements and Hoop’s warm-yet-adaptive, shape-shifting voice. Then you stop hearing that sparseness, so rich does the album sound. Somewhere near a half-hour into its 40-minute running time, it hits you again, and you start wondering how the hell Memories Are Now can sound so expansive, considering its skeletal arrangements. Hoop will be guest editing all week. Read our feature.

Hoop: First stop at any airport if I’ve got any time if inevitably the massage chair. I use up all my coins. I am always a little bummed if the chair is over-padded because, well, I like a deep massage, not that you can expect anything great from a random airport massage chair but you may surprise how refreshing a 10-minute session can be. The one drawback is that everyone looks at you while you are sitting there jiggling in the chair.