Some sets you analyze; this one you let wash over you. Bassist and composer Zoë Jorgenson, with her trio, trades the usual lead instruments for something rarer — a bass that sings. Her melodic lines and her voice move through the same open space, carrying the jazz, folk, and ambient textures she’s known for, and something of the wide, dry quiet of the desert Southwest she comes from. The songs circle big, unhurried ideas: what we inherit, what outlasts us, the long arc of time that began “a hundred years before we started.” Then they offer the gentlest of instructions — lay your burdens down. Seven minutes, three musicians, no argument to make. Just stay still and listen.
