“Notes Mean Nothing to Me” is a collection of short, quiet songs about the vague, complicated relationships between people. Nothing is spelled out, little is clear; we have to guess at what’s really going on, what’s driving the characters. But we feel for them none the less. Topics are taken en medias reas and we are left to deduce the histories and futures, the impetus and the outcomes, of the people involved. They are vignettes. Captured moments put to music. Anguished wails over wasted days. Plaintive musings and fractured ramblings. Intense emotions dealt with matter-of-factly, without sentimentality. Even the songs that come closest to love songs are not love songs; love is a word not spoken; it is a concept too literal, and at the same time too indistinct, to bother mentioning. Musically, it is spare, without being too minimal. It is discordant, without being cacophonous. It is pleasant without being overly pretty. Its creator is a painter, writer, jewelry-maker, illustrator and cartoonist. She swears a lot, and doesn’t sleep much.