carrying this scrap of paper
First, an ad in a paper, the Village Voice. We need a singer. He wanted to play a traditional, Americana infused sound, she sent him a tape of lullabies. The only trouble, she says in a note, is I'm not a singer. Not really.He plays the tape again, you can't miss the whole truth on a second listen: this voice doesn't sing, it heals wounds and grows green grass and sets, sets just like the sun.
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