When it happens you don’t expect it. You don’t expect anything anymore. You lose your head for just a second and someone walks into your life, turns it upside down, tenderly, brutally, making a place for himself. Even before anything has happened it’s already too late. You can’t tell who is choosing whom, when, how, why. You only know these things later when everything is over and each person holds the other accountable for what has gone on.
“I like exploring discomfort, “mistakes,” what happens when they are left in, incorporated. Silence is a mistake, we’re supposed to cut out the negative space on an album, in a conversation. I think I’ve spent much of my life feeling like I was a mistake, needed to change myself in order to fit in, which of course would involve talking more or better. Still struggle with it. I suppose in the silence there is a lot of trying to come to terms with myself, examining a need for slowness and space. This music is a room that I take care of, I help decide what is accepted. Here distortion and mistakes, silence, deep sadness and misunderstanding, they all have a place. They all fit in to the pattern.”
Liz Harris