This year was a strange one for living, much less listening. Even among the Pitchfork staff, we struggled to find meaningful stopgaps for live shows, to absorb new songs at the same speed without the routines of everyday life, and to feel the in-person catharsis that music can offer. But clearly, we kept listening—just in modified ways. In trying to make sense of this insular year in music, we asked staffers to answer a series of questions about the songs and albums that comforted them, the