I had an apartment is 1997/1998 in Providence RI on the steepest street in the city. It was in the back of an old house , left over form shipping times. Tilted at an angle, all the door jambs were crooked and you listed to the side when you walked down the narrow hall. The window panes were rippled glass. There was a stone basement and a secret closet under the stairs. The neighbor left the windows open and the pipes froze and it was destroyed. But evening was very specific in that house and this album reminds me of dusk in 1997.
