Asaf Avidan

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I was riding in a car outside of Portland the first time I heard Asaf Avidan. It was a grey day and the river was stretched out below me. My friend was explaining how this album had gotten him through his last break up. All of these details are irrelevant but I point them out because it is not often that I remember an exact moment when I hear a musician. When a voice or a player strikes you and you know you are listening to something special. Enjoy!

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