This is the opposite of what I expected and dreaded; this piece is maximal, not minimal, full, not threadbare. I worried that it might be cold, thin, the empty void inhabited by some electronic 'space music'. 'Tuning the Wind' is full-bodied, thick, resonant and spilling over with texture. It travels, gusts but also courses, as much a river as a wind.
Aimée rules!
This is the opposite of what I expected and dreaded; this piece is maximal, not minimal, full, not threadbare. I worried that it might be cold, thin, the empty void inhabited by some electronic 'space music'. 'Tuning the Wind' is full-bodied, thick, resonant and spilling over with texture. It travels, gusts but also courses, as much a river as a wind.