701 records. 439 artists. One extremely well-curated ear.
If Will's collection were a radio station, the format would be something like "Classic Soul-Rock with a PhD in Hip-Hop and a weekend jam band habit." The throughline is musicianship. Whether it's Jerry Garcia noodling through a 20-minute "Dark Star," Kendrick Lamar constructing a jazz-funk odyssey on To Pimp A Butterfly, or Herbie Hancock pushing fusion into the stratosphere on Thrust, Will gravitates toward artists who treat their instrument (or voice, or turntable) as a vehicle for exploration rather than mere entertainment. There's almost nothing in this collection that could be described as "safe" or "background music." Even the pop entries (Taylor Swift, Phil Collins, Sheena Easton) feel like they were collected with a knowing wink -- the guilty pleasures of someone whose primary diet is Coltrane and the Allman Brothers.