Along with Bob Mould’s “Workbook” and the Jayhawks’ early catalogue, the Cowboy Junkies’ “Trinity Sessions” occupies a prominent place in my “snowy day” album section. It was on a night like tonight — still, clear, freezing and snowy — that I first heard this album while living in the Twin Cities. My buddy Leon Hammer and I had spent the night in loud, smoky bars around Uptown. At closing time, one of Leon’s friends invited us for a nightcap at his apartment, an old brick building nearby. I remember the low lights, and someone lighting a joint. I remember the stillness, the quiet. And I remember this album and its haunted beauty, to this day like nothing I’ve ever heard.