“A voice that sounds like it has already crossed whatever threshold the song is approaching.”
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Curatorial notes
Grace Cummings occupies an unusual position within contemporary folk: she approaches the song as an act of physical endurance, a test of what the body can sustain before breaking open. Her voice—a contralto that can descend into near-spoken gravity or ascend without warning into something approaching a cry—is the defining instrument of her practice, and it operates with a directness that refuses...
