When you go to a recital or put a brand new disc into your player, there’s always that little frisson of the unknown. “Will I love it or won’t I?” you ask yourself. Will this be a pleasure or a chore to lend my time to this moment, to lend myself to this moment? You wonder this as you listen, full of hope, to the first notes of Agnes Clément’s new disc Dance. Your answer is positive, and there is nowhere you’d rather be then listening to the music being made for your ears—and it would seem in her case for your ears alone.