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The Quiet Flame: Maxwell LeVan on Restlessness, Rebirth, and the Power of Pop

It’s almost midnight when Maxwell LeVan finally picks up. I’m sitting cross-legged on the floor of my apartment, half-finished coffee going cold on the windowsill, the city humming somewhere outside my cracked window. “Sorry,” he says, his voice soft but awake. “I’ve been in the studio. Lost track of time.”