Liner notes
I'd sung the last set for thirty years by the time we made this one, and I wanted a record that sounded like the very last song of the night stretched out to eight. Platforms in the rain, a locket, a long-distance line from my mother's house, frost on the glass. Same quartet, same tape, same lights half down. If you're awake while you listen, then I did my job.
Ruby Delacroix