{"id":3582509,"uri":"https://api.kexp.org/v2/plays/3582509/?format=json","airdate":"2025-11-24T21:21:58-08:00","show":65202,"show_uri":"https://api.kexp.org/v2/shows/65202/?format=json","image_uri":"","thumbnail_uri":"","song":"nos quitaron nuestras manos, Pt. 1","track_id":null,"recording_id":null,"artist":"Teleazul","artist_ids":[],"album":null,"release_id":null,"release_group_id":null,"labels":[],"label_ids":[],"release_date":null,"rotation_status":null,"is_local":false,"is_request":false,"is_live":false,"comment":"An aching chamber-post-rock miniature where woodwinds, guitar, and voice braid into a single breath. The drum pulse is sparse—nearly a heartbeat—so every entrance (sax smear, recorder glint, low-string growl) feels consequential. The lyric reads like testimony; arrangement choices frame it with care rather than spectacle. It’s less about catharsis than holding space—music as witness, meticulously recorded to keep the room’s air intact.\nListen: https://music.apple.com/mx/song/nos-quitaron-nuestras-manos-pt-1/1815925350","location":1,"location_name":"Default","play_type":"trackplay"}