Ruth Garbus finds the extraordinary in the most mundane objects, the noise of traffic, the feel of a rubber ball in the hand, the comfort of two small squares of dark chocolate and one or two vials of red wine. These quiet songs, sublimely introspective yet recorded with friends in front of a live audience, have a still, luminous power . . .
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