Breathing Space
From the first few notes in the air, like those barely visible trails of refined incense smoke held aloft by some unseen hand, I am hooked. Like gently gravity, Jethro Williams’ flute amidst a wash of Prem Williams’ keyboard tapestries pulls my attention back into my body, all the way down to my toes. My ribcage expands spontaneously. Breathing Space is an apt title.
