mae_moore_and_lester_quitzau raze i remembered her name. his too. twenty years of dust just blew itself away, and there they were. and here they are still. revisiting the music they made is like tripping over a friend i didn't know i was missing and landing in a bed of reeds, startled but safe. only those two could warp one of the prettiest songs tom_waits ever wrote into a languid bluegrass prayer, record it in their living room with a few rented microphones and some analog tape, and have it come out sounding so right. 241212 what's it to you? who go blather from