Mark Of The Beast

Le Petite Fromage sent me (amidst yet another wunnerful care package) Lucinda Williams’ latest album, “WEST,” and I swear, this woman’s been living the parallel-universe version of my life. With actual success, of course, the major difference between our universes.

The timing couldn’t be more bittersweet… She’s singing, with that raspy, compassionate blues voice of hers, those delicate guitar phrasings, that folksy-country-blues melody, exactly what I’m feeling these days.

Tracks #1 & #3 are the hardest for me, “Are You Alright?” and “Learning To Live (Without You In My Life)” — it’s like she was there the whole two years that I was The Boy’s co-dependent friend/occasional booty-call/emotional scratching post. And it’s probably because my back is fucked-up yet again and that I’m back on the narcotic painkillers (big pink Vicodins), but I’ve been missing his ornery, shiftless ass so much lately.

continued at the storage facility…