Liner notes
This is the record I put off for fifteen years. My parents were ageing, my brothers were scattered and every photograph in the house had started to look like a film still. I brought in a small evensong choir for the first time, eight voices in a stone church, and let them hold the long notes while I told the stories. The orchestra is restrained; the people are not. I hope you hear someone saying a great many things very quietly.
Leopold Marsh