vignettes

“Slipping Away” thrives on short, sonic vignettes that create a vibe that moves from lighthearted road music to darker existential jams that somehow end up feeling hopeful.

Instead of telling these stories in an expected stripped-back acoustic fashion, she instead juxtaposes these heartfelt vignettes with the electronic sounds of hyperpop, garage beats and full-fledged club anthems.

That means as we spin among its current, we can take in the vignettes that are scattered among its rocky banks.

The majority of them were vignettes, in which NYT readers from near and far recalled their own 9/11 story: where they were, what they were doing, an anecdote about their family member or friend who survived, just as my mom did.

In the scene, they witness a series of vignettes: A guy who looks like a background actor in “A Bronx Tale” hollering at a taxi that won’t stop; an annoyed kid in a Knicks jersey evading his mother’s calls from the fire escape of an apartment overhead, where a sign hangs that says “Diversity”; and a young couple who failed to gaze up at the imaginary Godzilla in the distance — each going from one over-the-top New Yawk accent to another.