One of my New Years’ resolutions was to listen to new music, well, new music to me. It’s been a busy half decade or so and seriously, I haven’t sought out anything new in a long time. I gotta say it took me awhile (five weeks into 2015) to find something I wanted to write about. I bought Lana Del Rey’s album Ultraviolence–it’s fine, I might still write about it, but well, lemme just say I could resist writing about it. Then I bought Lucinda William’s double album Down Where the Spirit Meets the Bone. And yeah, I’m glad I bought that because well, it’s Lucinda Williams. Henry Carrigan over at No Depression compares Lucinda Williams to Flannery O’Conner:
Like O’Connor, Lucinda Williams captures in her songs the ragged, jagged, sometimes twisted and bitter nature of human relationships; like O’Connor, Williams beautifully renders in often haunting prose our aching desires for transcendence, even while we embrace our crippled mortal states. Unlike O’Connor, though, she embraces our constant struggle between flesh and spirit with an exuberance and downright joie de vivre that acknowledges our losses with poignant regret, while at the same time revealing the fervent hope and ardent passion that lies beneath living life fully.
I can listen to Lucinda Williams and Lana del Rey in the background while I write or wash the dishes, but neither brought the excitement, the I-want-to-listen-to-this-album-on-repeat, the I’m-in-the-presence-of-brilliance feeling that I got (well, get) when I listen to Pusha-T. Read more