If Bob Dylan is the great American artist—the single solitary figure whose body of work speaks to the entirety of the American experience, from sea to shining sea—then Kyle Field is the great Californian artist. The music Field makes as Little Wings encompasses the Golden State from tip to tail, the aural equivalent of a days-long crawl along the 101, from Crescent City to Tijuana. High On The Glade, Field’s latest, suggests a certain shade of Malibu, particularly its northern end, far from oceanfront estates and Chautauqua Boulevard traffic jams. Older, wilder, weirder; less Nobu, more . . .
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