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In de negende editie van The Penguin guide to jazz recordings (1646 p./2008) worden 200 albums apart genoemd onder de noemer Core collection. Dit gerenommeerde naslagwerk verschijnt sinds 1992 om de twee jaren. Er worden duizenden en duizenden cd's op een rijtje gezet. Elke titel krijgt een tot vier sterren. **** Very fine: an outstanding record that yields consistent pleasure and is a notable example of the artists's work Tweehonderd van deze cd's worden extra naar voren gehaald onder de noemer Core collection. Die treft u hieronder aan. Crown Daarnaast worden nog enkele andere cd's naar voren gehaald In a very few cases we have chosen to award a special token of merit. It takes the form of a crown. This is to denote records we feel a special adminraion of affection for: a purely personal choice, which we hope our readers will deem as such. We hope our readers will indulge this whim (aldus samensteller Brian Morton) (HvD, woensdag 20 januari 2010)

Every time I saved and reloaded, subtle things shifted. The town map on the Pokégear had a street that didn't exist in the physical game: an alley called Lumen Row. NPCs, when asked about it, shrugged and said they'd never heard of it, yet the game clock sometimes ticked in a rhythm that matched the melody humming from the cartridge if I held it close enough.

The more I played, the more the game's world bled across my days. Streetlights glitched in the same rhythm as the DS save clock. Melodies from the game's soundtrack threaded through my dreams. Once, at a coffee shop, a kid walked past wearing a scarf patterned with tiny flame insignias — the same insignia burned faintly in the corner of the cartridge label. He glanced at me like he recognized something and smiled with a knowledge I wasn't meant to have. When I opened the game later, Echo's OT had shifted from "Ebb" to a full name I couldn't place: "Ember Lumen." A name that felt like an address.

I found the cartridge buried under a stack of old game magazines, its label scuffed but legible: "Pokémon SoulSilver — EBB387E7" scratched into the plastic with a ballpoint pen. Whoever had marked it had left no name, only that odd hex-code like tag that seemed to belong more to a server rack than a handheld game.

Ebb387e7 - Soul Silver

Every time I saved and reloaded, subtle things shifted. The town map on the Pokégear had a street that didn't exist in the physical game: an alley called Lumen Row. NPCs, when asked about it, shrugged and said they'd never heard of it, yet the game clock sometimes ticked in a rhythm that matched the melody humming from the cartridge if I held it close enough.

The more I played, the more the game's world bled across my days. Streetlights glitched in the same rhythm as the DS save clock. Melodies from the game's soundtrack threaded through my dreams. Once, at a coffee shop, a kid walked past wearing a scarf patterned with tiny flame insignias — the same insignia burned faintly in the corner of the cartridge label. He glanced at me like he recognized something and smiled with a knowledge I wasn't meant to have. When I opened the game later, Echo's OT had shifted from "Ebb" to a full name I couldn't place: "Ember Lumen." A name that felt like an address. Soul Silver Ebb387e7

I found the cartridge buried under a stack of old game magazines, its label scuffed but legible: "Pokémon SoulSilver — EBB387E7" scratched into the plastic with a ballpoint pen. Whoever had marked it had left no name, only that odd hex-code like tag that seemed to belong more to a server rack than a handheld game. Every time I saved and reloaded, subtle things shifted