From Lucinda Williams, full return to form, Down Where the Spirit Meets the Bone--rare case where a double-lp could have been--but glad it wasn't--cut to a single. From Dad's poem that opens to J.J. Cale at the close. Especially notable for her own lyrics, from devotion to (many) fuck-offs. When I was at Crawdaddy throughout 1970s she was just getting started in the blues/folk realm. At bottom below, from 1989, when I discovered her.