I love every photo I see of Ellen Fullman playing music, young to old. (I do not know who took this one, where the grainy strands throughout make infinite her Long String Instrument.) Her album In the Sea was released recently by @superiorviaduct. To me it sounds like infrastructure waking up; the sweet stingy thrum that enables demand-making; the soft altered feeling & landscape of a burnt thumb nine days later. (She plays her instrument with rosin-coated fingers. In the studio, ballet dancers coat their shoes with the same material.) Sound making distance & vice versa. All is distance lately. I need cradles to confine my uncertainty & this could be one. Thank you composers!










