Reading Lucinda Williams’ memoir.
Someone said to me the other day, the problem with some modern pop songs is that they just sound like extracts from someone’s diary.
The thing about Lucinda Williams’ songs is that they sound like extracts from your own diary. Listening to Passionate Kisses or Sweet Old World, it feels like someone’s been there before you.
As her friend Steve Earle puts it: “People don’t give a fuck what happened to you, they care about what happened to you that also happened to them.”
