There is a filmmaker lurking within the musical vision of Daniel Rosenboom. It’s no coincidence that Rosenboom’s newest album, Fallen Angeles, is named after Los Angeles. After all, what city is more attached to the cinematic world than Hollywood, L.A.’s famous district? But the L.A. that Rosenboom sees isn’t the sunlit, starry-struck paradise of people’s imaginations. Rather, it’s the darker side of L.A., an enigmatic town of broken souls, punctured dreams, and buried secrets. In other words, it’s the L.A. that has fueled countless pulp fiction, and Rosenboom illustrates every sordid mile of it with the shadowy presence of his trumpet.
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