If there's one thing I love more than a good pair of shoes, it's music. I've never been musically inclined, unless you count dancing. But music truly is those emotions we cannot express. The passions, anger, frustrations, and desires we don't give voice to.
It's a beautiful, crazy thing, and I have been searching for musical nirvana. For the singer who rips my heart from my chest and shakes my soul apart. She is Lucinda Williams.
I'm not saying that I think her music is the pinnacle of enlightenment. That's the beauty of music; it's only what you feel a dynamic connection with. Just like with fashion. I may hate country, and think that hipsters are irritatingly arrogant, but that's their choice. Their spoken desire.
What I like about Lucinda is her voice. It's raw and not terribly tuneful, but it is incredibly soulful. All the emotions she felt while writing the song tumbles from her lips. The wanting, longing, despair, pain, and resignation.
When I hear her singing Baby, sweet baby, can't get enough Please come find me and help me get fucked up I think of my exes and the passion I held for them. When I hear I take off my watch and my earrings My bracelets and everything Lie on my back and moan at the ceiling Oh my baby I think of my first love. Goodbyes can still be beautiful without the money that you spend There's no amount of riches that will bring back what you've lost makes me think of my grandma and Jacob, of people I loved dearly who have died. For friendship and the endless nights spent with the ones I love, it comes to me with We danced all night long to a sweet Cajun song Drinkin' and jivin' 'til dawn, I could dance on and on.
I could go on, because her music is the thing that guts me every time.
Listen to Lucinda Williams Radio.
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