There is something almost excruciating about the places in between. The feeling of falling. A reassertion of gravity as one step leads to another but just before the foot lands. The purgatory between borders, before clarity becomes whole. Carson McHone’s music quivers like a tightrope, with songs about existing within such tension and surviving beyond the breaking point. She tells stories of sabotage, confusion, and surrender, a testament to the effort of reaching, sometimes flailing, for understanding and for balance.
