What Is Tracks & Tales? The Real Answer.

Rafi Mercer
2026-03-30T11:24:03+01:00

Tracks & Tales exists because listening — real listening, unhurried listening, the kind where the room is designed for it and the drink in your hand is just something to hold while the music does what music does — is one of the few genuine luxuries left that doesn't require money to access. It began, for me, with specific records. And the records led to the rooms. And the rooms led to the cities. And the cities led here.

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Someone asked me today what Tracks & Tales actually is.

Not what it covers. Not what it does. What it is.

I found I could answer. That's new.

For most of the past year, if you'd pressed me, I would have described the activity. The city guides, the venue reviews, the writing, the membership. I would have told you what we do without naming the thing underneath it. I was too close to the building to see the shape of what I was building toward.

Here is what I understand now.

Tracks & Tales exists because listening — real listening, unhurried listening, the kind where the room is designed for it and the system has been chosen with care and the drink in your hand is just something to hold while the music does what music does — is one of the few genuine luxuries left that doesn't require money to access.

You don't need to own anything. You don't need to arrive in the right clothes or know the right people or understand the history of what's playing. You need only to sit down, stop moving, and let it in.

That is the culture we are mapping.

It began, for me, with specific records. Not genres. Not movements. Records.

Nujabes, Modal Soul — a Japanese producer working at the intersection of hip-hop and jazz, who died young and whose music sounds, still, like it was made in a room designed for exactly the kind of listening I'm describing. Unhurried. Layered. Patient in a way that asks patience back from you.

Hiroshi Suzuki, Cat — a trombone record from 1975, recorded in Tokyo, that should by rights be obscure and is instead one of the most quietly beloved albums in listening bar culture worldwide. I played it once in a room in Osaka and watched three strangers go still at the same moment, like the music had reached them all on the same frequency.

Donald Byrd, Places and Spaces — jazz with strings and electric bass, 1975, the record that sounds like late afternoon turning into evening in a city you love. I have heard this played in bars from Lisbon to Seoul. It crosses every border without translation.

Fela Kuti, Zombie — which is a different kind of listening entirely. Not stillness but urgency. A twenty-minute groove that sounds like political anger turned into something so beautiful it bypasses your defences entirely and arrives in your chest before your brain has decided what it thinks. I wrote about what Fela meant by Zombie and it became one of the most-read pieces on the platform. Because people had always felt something in that record and wanted to know what it was.

Pharoah Sanders, Thembi — which I think of as the record that separates people who listen from people who hear music in the background. It is difficult and it is transcendent and the two things are not unrelated.

These records led me to the rooms. And the rooms led me to the cities. And the cities led me here.

The culture exists all over the world. A room in Osaka where the speakers have been tuned over forty years by a man who opens at nine and closes when he decides the evening is done. A bar stool in Lisbon facing a system that cost more than most people's cars, next to a stranger who has come, like you, just to hear. A basement in Copenhagen where the playlist never repeats and the crowd knows not to ask it to. A café in Istanbul where the host plays one album per evening and asks you, gently, to keep your voice below a certain level when the music is in its final third.

I have written about Bar Martha in Tokyo — a room so precisely calibrated it feels less like a bar and more like a tuning fork shaped into a space. About Space Talk in Farringdon, which proved that London, given the right room, can be as still as Kyoto. About PM Sounds in Kyoto itself — where the culture began, in some sense, and where it remains most purely itself. And about Blue on Velvet in Tokyo, which has a ritual so simple and so considered that I have thought about it almost every week since I wrote it: two drinks, two songs, and then you decide if you stay.

These rooms are not exclusive. They are not luxury in the way a private members club is luxury — velvet ropes, guest lists, the theatre of being let in. They are the opposite of that. The best listening bars I have encountered are the ones where a student sat next to a retired sound engineer sat next to a tourist who wandered in from the street and didn't quite know what they'd found. And all three of them felt, within twenty minutes, that they belonged.

That is what a room designed around sound can do. It creates belonging without criteria.

Until now, no one had mapped these places globally. That sounds like a grand claim. But it is simply true. There were lists. There were occasional pieces in design magazines about a beautiful room in Tokyo. There were forum threads in audiophile communities debating amplifiers. But there was no guide. No publication that understood the listening bar as a cultural form, took it seriously as one, and went looking for it in every city in the world — from Barcelona to Warsaw to Cairo to Athens.

So when people hear the phrase — and I say it quietly, not as a boast but as an honest description of what we are building — the Michelin Guide to Listening — they understand immediately. Michelin did not invent the restaurant. It documented the ones that deserved to be found. It created a standard, a language, a reason to travel. It made eating well feel like a pursuit worth organising your life around.

We are doing that for listening. For the rooms that deserve to be found. For the culture that asks you to sit still, pay attention, and feel something through a system built for exactly this. We are not there yet. Michelin took a century. We are not yet six months old.

But the architecture is the same.

What I didn't expect, when I started, was how much the building would feel like faith.

There was no template. No one had done this before, not in this form, not at this scale. I was writing about rooms and records and cities, trusting that the writing was honest enough and the subject serious enough that somewhere out there, someone would read about a bar in Madrid or Stockholm or Shanghai and feel, reading it, the same pull I felt writing it.

There is an essay I wrote about the origins of the kissa — the Japanese listening café, born in the post-war years from grief and necessity and an almost spiritual devotion to the recorded voice — that I think of as the foundation stone of the whole project. Because the kissaten is where this culture began. A man in Tokyo in 1950, broke and surrounded by rubble, who spent everything he had on a turntable and a pair of speakers and opened a café and played records for strangers. That impulse — to share something beautiful in a room, to say sit with me and listen — is the impulse behind every listening bar that has ever existed. It is the impulse behind this platform.

I didn't know, when I wrote that piece, if anyone would read it. The same way I didn't know, when I started building, if anyone was out there looking for the same thing I was looking for.

The answer, it turns out, is yes. They are in Seoul and Hong Kong and Dublin and Buenos Aires. They are in cities I have never visited and rooms I have only read about. And some of them are joining The Listening Club — not because I have sold them something, but because they recognise something. The same quality of attention. The same belief that music, given the right room and the right system and the right hour, can do something to you that nothing else quite replicates.

Listening is a luxury we can all have. Own. Share. Belong to.

We just needed someone to draw the map.

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Rafi Mercer writes about the spaces where music matters. For more stories from Tracks & Tales, subscribe or click here to read more.