“Whatever anybody means about a song's texture turns tactile with Lucinda Williams. Sweat salt. Ice crunch. Oyster grit. Matches. Grease (bacon, engine, hair). She must know this. She titled one masterpiece album “Car Wheels on a Gravel Road.” Her half-century of music-making began on a kind of texture tour. She passed through some country and, as many a singer-songwriter has, through Black music, discovering what distinguishes affect from affinity. Williams, who hails from Lake Charles, La., started as a blues stencilist, covering Robert Johnson and Melvin “Lil’ Son” Jackson. So nothing is counterfeit about, say, the zydeco that dusts her first recording of an original jewel like “I Lost It.”
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