" My father was killed in a car accident when my mother was two months pregnant with me. That day they told my mother that she had also miscarried me due to the trauma. (I was stubborn from the get-go!) This was played on my late father's guitar, on the four remaining strings he last used - strings older than me. I was recording this in pieces as I was writing it, in our little house in L.A. in the middle of the night, trying to be very quiet while my family slept." ~Jill