“Self-consciousness might be the death of art, but a little shyness is fine. Arthur Russell was shy—a camera-averse cellist and composer who made groundbreaking avant-disco records but never danced. Moved by the phases of the moon, Russell had the curiosity of a "post-internet" genre-welding pop artist before Grimes was born or that concept was fathomable. His reticence is omnipresent in his gentle”
