From ‘Pennyroyal Tea’

“I love this song. At about the minute mark a cello kicks in. Here it is. This bit, this bit here. It’s fucking gorgeous. I don’t care what you say, there’s nothing quite like that sound. The deep, resonant vibration; the haunting clarity of each gliding note. There’s something earthy about it, something fundamental that reaches into the core of you and leafs through your past as though it’s laid out across the pages of a book. It’s a race memory: the wind in the trees beneath an October moon; the still waters of a black, fathomless lake.”