These are the original liner from the first vinyl pressing of Vulfpeck’s Thrill of the Arts. The text has been typeset for legibility and annotated for factual correctness.

More than one nosher has felt an ecclesiastical feeling upon crossing the threshold into Russ & Daughters Cafe. The smoke of Orchard street yields instantly to the smoke of salmon, and the decade is instantly unclear, or at least unimportant. Exactly how one might describe the music of Vulfpeck.

In October of 2014, when I sat with all four for an R&D schmear,1 the lens of the universe turned into focus for a moment. Jazz played at a very low volume, almost all clarinet and congas.2 One band member remarked that they knew a guy in New York who could tame the licorice stick better than anyone else — Mark Dover was his name. A superior conguero too — Brooklyn’s own Richie Rodriguez.

Soon conversation turned to Michigan, where the band originated (could one get sable like this in MI?). The band was headed there soon, to pinball around highways of the state’s eastern half, in search of the finest, which they find every time: the vocal acrobatics of Flint’s Antwaun Stanley; the Celtic phrasing of Ann Arbor’s Tyler Duncan; the haunting sung textures of Detroit’s Christine Hucal.

One would have to agree that Vulfpeck’s music, post-temporal, also summons a post-geographic state of mind. Something haimish for the peripatetic.3

Recently, two of Vulfpeck have found themselves species in the latest stratum of Ohioans & Michiganders to layer Los Angeles. Truth be told, Theo Katzman and Jack Stratton seem right at home amid the drought-resistant shrubbery of Southern California — a place where many a Vulf collaborator hang their hat: the inimitable Charles Jones, the legendary David T. Walker, the “Game Winner” himself, Joey Dosik.

The pan-fried schwas4 of coastal Angelenos are everywhere in the Southland, and in Malibu particularly — that’s Blake Mills’ home surf for those who don’t know, and it’s where I met with Vulfpeck at the Reel Inn, a fried fish joint on the PCH, for our second seafood interview.5 We sat down, and every one of the ‘Peck ordered the sea bass.

After ordering the shrimp, I asked about their latest record (this one in your hands right now), Thrill of the Arts. Joe Dart made a quick claim: “I think we’ve got a big fish on the line this time,” he said. A waiter leaned over the table to fill Woody Goss’ water glass. “Catch and release,” the waiter said.6

To that, all of the Vulfpeck smiled.7

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1Only three members of Vulfpeck were present at this interview and we did not have a schmear. Instead we ordered individually, though we did share an order of noodle kugel and some pickled herring, as discussed here in New York magazine. That said, it should be noted that all four members of Vulfpeck did convene at Russ & Daughters the next day for a schmear, though I was not present. The booths only fit four people comfortably anyway no big deal.
2Jazz was playing but there were no congas. However, both Mark Dover and Richie Rodriguez were discussed.
3I looked up both these words just days before being asked to write these liner notes.
5This interview did not occur. I have never been to the Reel Inn, though Jack did tell me about it once.
6There are no waiters at the Reel Inn.
7This did not happen.