Track by track, the disc felt like a private diary. There was a rehearsal of an aria arranged for violin where Garrett hesitated mid-phrase and then improvised a tiny ornamental cadenza that sounded both foolish and brave. There was a false start into a Mozart movement, followed by a burst of nervous banter recorded off-mic between takes. At one point a producer's voice—soft but firm—suggests, "Try it like you're telling a ghost a secret." That direction electrified the next run-through, and the violin answered with a tone both transparent and incandescent.
file that had supposedly been "verified" by a community of collectors that no longer existed. Track by track, the disc felt like a private diary