Six strings, how many sounds can you make with that chorus of voices, abstracting out all that actual finger bother? That's the kind of question Jones answers.
You can listen to this one in two ways -- to meticulously backtrace the semi-impossible shapes of hands and strings that could have lead you here, to see those flesh maneuvers retrospectively, to watch them find pause and release upon each piece of tension.
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or to let it roll over you as abstracted ragas of interconnected sound, every reverberation washing over the last, riding the blur of vibrations, bounced from wooden homes to recorded outlands.
Both work, at once even, maybe - a rich piece of maneuvering worth hearing however you hear 4/5
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