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A city in, Iowa,
Birthday
June 17

SEPTEMBER 26, 2009 10:01AM

Lucinda Williams Walked with Me Last Night

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I asked her how she does it, you know,

lives with the pain, that inner wreckage we

all see on her face, hear in her music.

She said wearing a cowboy hat helps, most days

and that when she feels the fire at her fingertips, the

lead filling her boots, it means she has to go.

 

We walked several miles. I

asked her to sing a little, maybe an old one,

 “Passionate Kisses” or a love song

like “I Envy the Wind”. She said no, she didn’t

feel like singing, just walking around the lake.

 

After another mile or two, I started to hum

“Jackson”. She walked along with me, our strides

identical, in time. Her boots scuffed and scarred.

When I heard her start to hum too,

I looked over at her profile, that face. She was 

walking perfectly balanced, steady, and even,

her eyes closed. 

 
 
 
Her words:

All the way to Jackson
I don't think I'll miss you much
All the way to Jackson
I don't think I'll miss you much
Once I get to Lafayette
I'm not gonna mind one bit
Once I get to Lafayette
I'm not gonna mind one little bit
Once I get to Baton Rouge
I won't cry a tear for you
Once I get to Baton Rouge
I won't cry a tear for you
All the way to Jackson
I don't think I'll miss you much
All the way to Jackson
I don't think I'll miss you much

SOLO

Once I get to Vicksburg
I don't think I'll feel the urge
Once I get to Vicksburg
I won't even feel an urge
All the way to Jackson
I don't think I'll miss you much
All the way to Jackson

I don't think I'll miss you much


 

 

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Lucinda was my second love, after Joni. I love her still. Walking around the lake in boots: that sounds like her.
Poignant. And the writing is gripping, as always.

You dazzle me with your words and thoughts. I wonder sometimes about the woman inside you who can create such ideas. Fire and ice together.
So many Lucinda Williams admirers on OS; amazing how she speaks us in so many ways, isn't it?
My favourite Lucinda song. I hum this to myself often...
I got so excited listening to the song, I forgot to comment on your lovely poem. It is visceral and evocative. I love it.
This post opened my heart to feelings I'd shuttered away.
I don't think I knew of her singing before this...so thank you. Her voice speaks to the aching in my heart. The lyrics so poignant.
Rich, yeah, she was right there. Boots, cowboy hat, and those perfect jeans. Thanks.

Stephen, thank you, as always. Yes, perhaps there is some fire and ice here. Within all of us methinks.

WAH - I know. That woman can transcend.

JK, I think it's officially my fave, too,with many others close to it. Thank you for reading.


Oh, Monsieur, I hope the de-shuttering doesn't make you weary. Comfort in her voice.

Buffy, Lucinda may serve you well during these months. All of her cds reveal a blend of sadness, grief, sex, joy, and pissed-offness. She mixes them up just right. Thanks for reading and listening.
I loved the song and had never heard of her. So I googled her, found out we were born within 6 months of each other and both from Lake Charles. Thanks for sharing this, and beautiful poem
What a vision . . . what a walk . . . what a song. I hope it works that way.
I remember seeing Lucinda at The Point in Atlanta before she hit the big time - she was amazing, and personal, like she knows EXACTLY how bad you're feeling right now, but she'll take it on for you. Thanks for the clip.
Not to rag on Lucinda but she once stalked the brother of a friend of mine. Might be why she knows how bad it hurts.

Lovely piece, WUS.
Now I have to go listen to some "Patsy Cline." Thanks.
Funny, she walks with me many nights also, she's seated next to me on long aimless drives as she will be today, thanks for this post
Lucinda has logged some miles, for sure. I was disappointed with Little Honey, and the ACL appearance in support of it. That said, no one has turned out such consistently superb songwriting and heart-rending performances over such a long period. I became annoyed when I read one critic refer to her as "bilious" in a review of her Essence CD. I think Essence features some of her finest work and definitely, from a male perspective, the most provocative and sexual.

I love Lucinda Williams.
"a blend of sadness, grief, sex, joy, and pissed-offness." Good self-evaluation, waking. Though I would add sweetness.
hey, KristyCC - this is your lucky day! Just meeting Lucinda! And you could be related! I'm very jealous. Enjoy the new discovery.

Thank, Duane. Thanks, thanks, thanks. I guessing you know Lucinda well.

Owl, really, honest, pretty sure you were there, too. xo

Ardee - very cool memory! I saw her once at a really small, intimate venue. Officially the best concert I have ever ever ever attended.

mypsyche - thanks. I get what you're saying. I chose the words "inner wreckage' quite intentionally. She has a lot going on in her songs, and is as imperfect and complex as the rest of us, I'd guess. And hope.
Crazier things have happened. Especially in dreams.
littlewillie, you're welcome. xo

rita, yes, those aimless drives. especially when it's raining, right? thanks for reading.

Rich, I do too. Big, big time.

Pilgrim.... awwwwwww.... thanks.

Owl - It was nice.
Lucinda knows things most of us don't. She is always a comfort.
Thanks for this!
I'm embarrassed to admit that I've never heard of her. Thank you for sharing her haunting music. Reminds me of Emmylou Harris. I've just downloaded her albums. Looking forward to falling in love with them. I can see where these words originated from. Do you have a favorite album of hers???
Beautifully expressed - I love her music too.
Some musicians come and go in my life but Lucinda has been a constant companion. Thanks for letting me stroll along with you two - it was a lovely walk!
Just back from another walk - sex miles tonight. And just to clarify, Owl.... this wasn't a dream. She and I walked eight miles last night. I swear, she was with me.

Chiacago Guy, dang. You are so right. She has traveled some serious highway, that Lucinda. That she shares it with us is an immeasurable gift.

Mindi! So excited to see you here! I know how busy your days, and nights, are. Don't feel embarrassed, but be glad that today is your Lucinda -awakening! I feel like I should defer to Rich Banks, but I will say may faves are "Car Wheels on a Gravel Road" and "Essence". I also like her earlier stuff, though it's a little twangier. Like most artists, it's been fun to watch her grown and develop. Her talent though, is obvious on even her very early work.

thanks, annette. Nice to see you.

mamoore - why am I not surprised? She reaches out and takes us, doesn't she? And we're so lucky she does.
Lucinda seems to strike quite a chord with many of us here. "I Envy the Wind" "Essence" and "There's Something About What Happens When We Talk" both have meant a lot to me in the past.
hee hee - you said "sex" miles
In thinking of my own Lucinda experiences I forgot to say what a beautiful poem this was, "her boots scuffed and scarred" can feel that right down to my own boots. I came back to it tonight to read again, in the rain, somethin' about what happens when we talk playing in the backround. Incredibly written.
That could explain why I woke up so tired this morning!
To those on the east coast, Lucinda is playing at the Grand Opera House in Wilmington Delaware this week, NOT sold out. Small intimate venue. Just a to let you know. Hope to see anyone there from OS.
I'm in Philly Wed and Thurs... damn, tempting!!!
Hey WUS, if you go, I am going Wed. nite, stand you for a drink, tickets still open.
everyone deserves Passionate Kisses
The name is vaguely familiar. Where have I been? Loved the song, bue especially love the imagery in the writing. Very well done!
Life Is Good.... aren't those beauties? I could listen to them over and over. (well, I do) Thanks for stopping by.

Duane.... well, shoot. Is there such a thing as sex miles? I've never seen those on my walks. If only!

Thanks again, Rita. I'm honored that you came back to read again. I wish I could make the show, but I think work will preclude me from going. Dang it. ENJOY

Owl, yep. SIX miles of walking can wear out the toughest soles/souls.

Brian, yes. Everyone does. Indeed.

hi, Michael - thanks for reading and listening. As you can hear and read from the comments, she's well worth a good listen. Check out Rich Banks' devotion. He's not kidding, man.
Had to post a comment simply because Lucinda W's "Righteously" is one of my fave tracks ever. I love its rawness and that searing guitar playing. Plus, what a sexy voice!!!
I like that the simple act of wearing a cowboy hat could help her move past the pain. I've often thought that...sometimes it's just something that simple. A good cup of tea or the right red shirt or the perfect song - not years of therapy or drugs, etc. Maybe life is simpler than we make it. Thanks for this.
She's wonderful, in that painful, smokey, whiskey-besotted, weary way, and still full of life and love and hope.
Lovely Image! I love pondeing , while wandering... thanx How you doin' my friend? rated
Lovely Thoughts! How are you my friend..
Nothing beats wandering and pondering...rated
Wonderful.

--another Lucinda Williams fan
HG, yes. That voice. Those boots. Those jeans. She's got it. All of it.

Beth, I'm glad you got that out of that line. I can picture her saying it just like that. Sometimes it's those things that take the edge off, give us a little barrier, a balm, a little cover when we need it. Thanks for reading.

Hi, Patrick. (twice.) Thanks for visiting, as always. I'm fine, and hope you are too.

Leslie - yep. Many of us here. Thanks and xo
I saw Miller Williams and Lucinda at a poetry festival years ago--a magical evening.
Anne, Lucinda at a poetry festival? ahhhhhhhhhhhhh Sign me up.

Thanks for reading.