I've had Nuit Blanche on repeat for over a week, while driving thru the late winter leafless mountain landscape - somewhat removed from the sheer balm that comes off this record, yet somehow perfect. The record has some of my fave things happening - the hermetic intimacy of Cale's Paris 1919, the restrained passion of solo Peter Hammill, and the ephebic lilt of Sufjan Stevens. Thank you for this record Marc.
