Some days, all you need is that one cigarette. (But of course, you’ll have more). Sitting on the front step of your new place, wind nearing you, but held off by the over-the-door-step-covering. You sit, having finished early for the day, enjoying that one cigarette. The music from inside reaches you – sitting on the edge of outside. She sounds like Lucinda Williams. She sounds like that woman from The Cowboy Junkies. She sounds like Aimee Mann. She sounds (a bit) like Nina Perrson from The Cardigans (particularly their most recent album, Long Gone Before Daylight). But this woman fronts a band called Over The Rhine. And their CD, which is new to you (Ohio) is a wonderful sprawl (double-disc set) through vaguely country and folk territory. As the melodies waft out to meet the smoke from that one (and only one) cigarette that you’re having, you think of heading back – fully – inside to find out this songbird’s name. But no matter. This is the only one you’ll be having (best enjoy it all you can. And you do!) She sounds a bit like Natalie Merchant now. And even, in bits (and pieces) like Gillian Welch. But mostly, she sounds like Lucinda Williams. And you’re happy with that. Of them all, she is the one that conveys the most emotion with her lyrics. She is the one whose voice begs empathy from the listener. Yes, for sure, you are sure she is the one. And then the title track comes on. (Your cigarette is nearly just an ember). And she sings, “Ohio/Ohio/I know you/Like the back/Of my hand”, in a loving word-photo that you think you understand. But you’ve never been to Ohio. You don’t – at all – know Ohio. You do, for certain, know the back of your hand. But just to be absolutely positive you roll your left hand over, and smoke gets in your eyes. You don’t know Ohio – but you do know the back of your hand; very well, in fact – it’s confirmed. And this woman – and her voice – have helped you make a connection. Some days, all you need is that one.