Each Tuesday, FADER editor Matthew Schnipper highlights an underappreciated release he thinks we need to know about. This week it’s Tyondai Braxton’s Central Market. Watch an interview with Braxton about the piece, buy it and read Schnipper’s thoughts about the selection process after the jump.Last night, Caleb Burhans, founder of the Wordless Music Orchestra, who has a pretty serious faux hawk, conducted Tyondai Braxton’s piece “Central Market” and no one on stage was wearing a tie. Even wearing flannel, I was better dressed than a good deal of the players. When one guitarist had a throaty cough into the crook of his arm mid-piece, I wondered if there was really no way he could have held it? The audience, too, was I assume atypical of Lincoln Center, many unruly beards and hooded sweatshirts. One woman had a Halloween orange sparkly dress, she turned around and it was Bjork. David Byrne was there, a number of Dirty Projectors and a lot of people who I assume really love Arthur Russell, plus a number of lifetime Lincoln Center season ticket holding folks who it is possible have never seen a guitar on a stage. A lovely, motley crew that whose frisky air unfortunately it seems is rare at Alice Tully Hall.Eva Chien, a very sweet publicist at Lincoln Center, was really excited to hand me my free tickets to see the performance. “We never have stuff for you,” she said. I mention her excitement not to single her out or to call any special attention to the fairly mundane relationship between the media and publicists, but because her surprise and pleasure in my or, more generally, FADER’s attendance framed my listening. I am interested in, and FADER covers, all genres of music, but with rare exception does that include classical. Why?