There’s a sense of yearning to William August Park’s piano music. His solo debut, Doff, pulls threads from ECM-style jazz and ambient and 90s electronica to create a body of music that conjures visions of rain-flecked airports and other interstitial, obtusely melancholic environments. That eight-dollar bottle of Vitamin Water hits different when you are staring out at the soggy tarmac. Then a vague feeling hits you, both political and not, as some modest drum and bass stutters. You turn your head. CNN is playing footage of a drone flying over New Jersey. You temporarily forget where you are.