Joseph Paul took a pipe from the forepocket of his overalls. The bowl was a .50 caliber cartridge shell, soldered to a metal stem. He shook a small amount of tobacco into it from a sack and tamped it with his little finger.

The album begins with a traditional Brazilian sound — the syncopated strumming of the ukulelelike cavaquinho, the classic samba accompaniment — but it’s soon overlaid with clicks (like scratches on vinyl) to signal its quaintness, sending Céu into arrangements that mingle natural sounds with sampled and manipulated ones.

You're not the only one with insanely high AC. You're forgetting who taught you how to min-max?

A waiter brought his aperitif, which was a small scotch and soda, and as he sipped it gratefully he sighed.