Liner notes
I spent the winter before this record in an old projection booth that a friend was clearing out, and the songs came out of the dust. Most of them are about distance, across a sea, a screen or a telephone line, and about how little we say when it matters. The orchestra is bigger here than anywhere since the second album, but it only swells when I have nothing left to add. The last track is the one I sing to myself on trains.
Leopold Marsh