Elizabeth Cottonmouth breathes air. She speaks words. She strums chords. One fiery summer, she drove from the Pacific Northwest to the cornfields of Illinois and recorded her favorite Vic Chesnutt songs with her brother and his friends. She poured her little heart into the undertaking then drove back west, contemplating orographic lifting and the formation of the Indiana Dunes. Now, she has a website to acknowledge that magical moment in time. Welcome.