A fellow theremin player
Hands off, as the instrument asks. The Founder considers this correct technique, and the correspondence is ongoing.
The Moon Cat's Social Club
The birds are recorded through glass, the theremin is played at a distance, and the pad is mostly a night thing. None of it is released. Recommended listening is anything where the horn goes somewhere and doesn't explain itself, played in the dark.
Nothing here is finished, and the Founder would like that understood as a position.
The Club does not work alone. These are the colleagues whose work he respects, and who haven't been asked.
Hands off, as the instrument asks. The Founder considers this correct technique, and the correspondence is ongoing.
A pioneer. Before anyone gave cats a stage, this one took a seat at the keys and played in public, with composure, to people who were not yet ready. The scene owes a great deal to that. The Founder does not speak of the early years of the keyboard, and the silence is a mark of respect.
Sayings of the Founder, as recorded by the Familiar