Sorry, I love Rover, but Brenna Baggs's piece on Glenn Jones is poorly written and makes sense whatsoever. does she know anything about his work at all? "Jones’ banter between the songs inflected my understanding of the music following it." What does it mean to "inflect" understanding? You can't inflect understanding. The phrase makes no sense.

The basic jist of her piece–that Jones's music, which she clearly has no insight into–gives her space and time to ruminate. In other words, it provides her with a self-absorbed bubble in which she can ponder "deep" thoughts, like what if an artist has to work too? What if his art doesn't pay his keep? Deep. Jones's music is subtle, complex, and deeply intelligent. This review did not service whatsoever to his music to send this writer there.