Ear Candy or What I've Listened To Lately

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Eme laying down some tracks with Dad!

What I'm listening to (for now).

  • Peter Gabriel and the New Blood Orchestra. Get this album asap!
  • Olafur Arnalds, For Now I Am Winter.
  • Eric Whiteacre, Waternight.
  • Ludovico Einaudi, Elements.
  • Max Richter, The Blue Notebook.
  • Henryk Gorecki, Symphony No.3
  • Arvo Part, Summa

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