My lifelong love of music is littered with abandoned relationships. Numerous passions of previous years now seem like fleeting fancies. The Clash is among the indispensable bands of my teens that now seem childish infatuations. I abandoned my passion for roots music about 15 years ago. Given my current immersion in highbrow art music, my ongoing attraction to Earl Sweatshirt is unlikely. Yet much as Doris floored me in 2013, I’m currently infatuated with the grimy Voir Dire. My allegiances may be fickle, but I’ll be surprised if I’m not listening to Earl for the remainder of my life.