Right, And Real, As Rain
I put Lucinda Williams' long-promised Car Wheels On A
Gravel Road on the stereo, cranked up the volume, grabbed a
beer and, not minding the light rain, settled down on my back porch
to listen.
It was the perfect setting for a near-perfect record, one that
transcends
categories of rock and roll, country and blues. This is not an album
for escapists; what it will probably do, in fact, is bring your current
situation and surroundings into sharper focus -- something Williams
accomplishes with lyrics that are as real as rain.
"Metal Firecracker" (slang for a tour bus) is a perfect song about love
and
loss. The anger and hurt pass, but the ache lingers on: "Once you
held me so tight/I thought I'd lose my mind" is followed by the slow
sigh
of "I used to think that nothing could go wrong." As if that's not
devastating enough, the chorus is over-the-top simplicity: "All I ask,
don't tell anybody the secrets, don't tell anybody the secrets, I told
you." If telling a secret is the ultimate broken promise, not telling a
loved
one something you should is worse. Throughout Car Wheels,
Williams opens up, compelled to give and to share, knowing that that
very process allows hurt to enter in as surely as love. In "Drunken
Angel," she's angry at a
small-town music star, "a derelict in your duct tape shoes," who's
been crushed
by alcohol and fame. In "Concrete And Barbed Wire," she laments not
only
the fact that her lover in is prison, but that an inner prison holds her
heart captive as well.
The stunning clarity of "Jackson" is what puts her head-and-
shoulders
above her peers. Listing the towns of the deep South as she travels
through them, she tells herself that the process of driving will help
lessen her feelings of loss and hurt. Of course, as much as a change in
geography allows for a change in
perspective, it also means that unfinished business is left behind. As
Gurf Morlix's gentle slide punctuates Williams' verse,
we realize that she'll never get to that place of not-hurting -- at least
not all the way -- and neither will we.
Much has been said about Williams' difficulties in the studio -- the
entire album was recorded twice over six years, with three different
producers and
studios. But the product justifies her effort. The sound is perfect --
raw and rugged and plenty tough, and despite all the
work, relaxed. The guitars (including guest performances from
Charlie Sexton,
Buddy Miller and Steve Earle) are gritty, and churn with energy. Her
vocals are wonderfully understated. Sure, she sings with the usual
tricks
of cracking and moaning, but she never overdoes it -- her drawl
envelops the words with warmth and ease. Criss-crossing
Delta blues, Cajun waltzes, Southern boogie and power
pop, Car Wheels bounces along with an energy and ease that
belies
its meticulous construction.
"If I give my heart, will you promise not to break it?" she asks on "I
Lost It," a tune that originally appeared on her 1980 Folkways
album,
knowing full well that nobody can guarantee that a promise like that
will
always be kept. So should we continue to give, knowing ultimately
that there's no guarantee of reciprocity, no guarantee even of
freedom from punishment, betrayal and pain?
In the end -- regardless of the consequences and the hurt --
Williams' answer is yes.