Imagine her standing at what she calls, in one of her songs, "the last station home." It would be twilight, because she makes music that catches the sweet, scary feelings, all the uncertainty and release, that can come when the sun goes down. She is the tall, windblown woman standing solitary at the end of the platform, trying to fathom the signal lights and waiting for the next express. Now that could be the Midnight Special, or it could be the Mystery Train, but, whatever comes through, Toni Childs is going for a long ride.
At 30, this molten singer-songwriter has...
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