The music on the wily trumpeter’s new *the imagined savior is far easier to paint* sounds familiar, but acts unique. That makes for a seductive tension. You feel like you know where you are – graceful percussion rattles, soaring horn, bluesy mischief – but you’ve often got one foot planted in parts unknown. From artsongs by Becca Stevens and Theo Bleckman to Ecclesiastes references regarding destiny, Akinmusire’s opus aims for the head while sating the body. Be prepare to be swept away this week.