Rochester tonight

Frank De Blase writes about music for the “alternative” paper in Rochester, “City.” He wrote this before last night’s show:

I danced with Lucinda Williams once. No, really. I’ve been around a lot of rock stars and heroes over the years, and Williams was probably the only one to make me nervous. Williams sees things – – perhaps even sees through them – – as nobody else does, and hangs them up lyrically within her moody and atmospheric Americana. And I’m not sure I wanted to know how she saw me. So we danced, quietly, in Rosie Flores’ living room in Nashville.

Williams’ songs vindicate the vilified and speak for those who occupy the cracks, frequently touching upon the rawness and destruction of desire and the eternal quest for true love. Her music somehow shimmers sweet and lush despite its bare bones. I simply cannot wait to see her live. Maybe I’ll get the guts to say something this time.