into the bracing January wind we cast.
the sand, and sea, churn.
the fish, deaf to the world, continues to swim.
two contact microphones are attached to my childhood fishing rod, my fathers childhood fishing rod before me. it is family tradition to bring in a new year with a fishing trip on the north east coast. today we head to filey bay. flat fish and whiting.
this work is broadcasting live from filey bay. it is the intangible and often frail nature of the broadcast that makes live audio what it is...
the broadcast ran from 13:57 to 17:05. below are two short samples from the broadcast. the sea at 13:58. reeling in a fish at 14:20.