There are days (or lifetimes) when it seems the only proper soundtrack that can, that should linger behind my thoughts will be something dreamed up by Lisa Gerrard and Brendan Perry of Dead Can Dance. (Here’s an interview with Lisa Gerrard about their now and their history.) Last week, I heard Perry’s voice at Open Books in Yellow Springs (thanks, Miriam!) and remembered they had a new CD out, and I bought it. To me, today, their music seems the only sound big enough to contain the shadows and the light, all of it, everything. Want proof? This is good enough for me.