Liner Notes: In Spite Of Ourselves
Lyrics and music as clean as cleanly cut woodwork, but — in spite of that — we still find ourselves writing short little bursts of deliberately circuitous marginalia like, “Mandolin starlight cascade” and “A piano player drunkenly pulling his suspenders back up around his shoulders” and “It’s Christmas, but not in the way you’d expect, and not in that way either.”
It’s how we imagine June Carpenter and Johnny Cash sounded a few years into their marriage. It’s the kind of sound you might catch in-between a baseball game on the radio. And it’s this line from DH Lawrence as well —
She saw in the rainbow the earth's new architecture, the old, brittle corruption of houses and factories swept away, the world built up in a living fabric of Truth, fitting to the over-arching heaven.