headphone masterpiece

the other day in the car, i remembered cody chesnutt's album the headphone masterpiece, a double album of demos recorded in a bedroom to be heard on a specific set of headphones (though they work in any context), which i was first introduced to in that miranda july movie about end-to-end intimacy with "5 on a joyride," an ache of a delicate ballad with keening falsetto over peals of wurlitzer arpeggios, a song and a style that would be enough to hang a career on but also there's such variety, "boylife in america" (jaunty and profane, the falsetto strained with joy) "the seed" (probably not as good as the version with the roots but more pointed and hymn-like), "my women my guitars" (such a good chorus with a splash of harmonica at the end as the cherry on top), "enough of nothing" (dreamy acoustic guitar miniature), and the single "look good in leather" (feel-good sunshine pump-up music).