Cleaner than a broke-dick dog. Miles. Everything in the world lies on the Motherfucking Spectrum, but he was the determinant of where motherfucker g (good) stopped, and where motherfucker b (bad) started, because he saw it all, from the midpoint, I guess, as the motherfucking zero. “Little Church” is full of his sunspot moments, when the trumpet flares out beyond the usual corona tones. Sometimes I think this track feels like a celebration, and other times it sounds like a last breath. Tough to get over it, whatever it is.