Metheny leaves them wanting less

Yet another argument for bringing back vinyl would be that few people, even the geniuses, aren't as interesting to the rest of the world as they are to themselves. Records rarely exceeded 45 minutes because they physically couldn't (according to RIAA standards). When this was the only format, it acted as a pretty good filter of over-indulgence. And though it may seem like more of a marketing ploy, it was pretty good for keeping the length of an album closer to the listener's attention span. One Quiet Night is a fine example of an album that would've sounded much better if cut down to the best 45 minutes of music. The album is an intimate, self-made recording of Pat Metheny playing solo baritone guitar instrumentals. With those obvious limitations, it's hard for even one of the most phenomenal musicians of the last 25 years of jazz to not sound redundant. The problem is not with the music, but rather its lack of variety. Metheny uses pretty much the same, lovely relaxed feel, the same sparkling tone and what feels like by the end, the same ideas over and over.