COVE HITHE IN THREE EASY PIECES 1. Diving out of the son of a previous incantation, Cove Hithe fly out of the far East (Suffolk County) and come hither to redefine the close-formation sighing in mere seconds, if not thirds and fifths. 2. Barely an instrument touches their sides, they are young, free and singled out; two people (sometimes three) hitting, plucking, bowing and sighing, often at the same time. 3. They are the last gasps of a dying battery, the lost TV remote control, the unidentified item in the bagging area, the exact change. That is exactly what they sound like. The distant call of of “Cashier number 5 please” - you can inspect the expected, being Nun The Wiser.
