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Dear Lucinda...

D E A R L U C I N D A…

by brendan vaughan
THE GREAT LUCINDA WILLIAMS has a new album, World
Without Tears, and at least one devoted fan at Esquire wants to weep.
An open letter to a fallen hero:
 Lu, we need to talk. I love you, I do. But you’ve been acting so
 weird lately. Last summer, when I saw you in New York, you rapped
 half your new songs. And now this new album … well, I guess I just
 need some space. And, yeah, I want to hear other people.
5 It’s not that World Without Tears is a disaster, Lu. It’s not. It’s
 decent. In fact, I liked it on first listen. Which is a bad sign. Nothing
 betrays fleeting art like instant accessibility. Appreciating great
 music - appreciating any great creation - takes a little work,
 right?
10 The worst part is, I think you’re faking it. Not on the slow burns
 - no, those tracks ring true. But these rockin’ songs - I don’t
 mean to be harsh, Lu, but they’re so ordinary.
 My theory? After Essence came out, you listened to all those
 critics (and fans) whose reaction was, “Sure, it’s a good record,
15 but it’s not Car Wheels - it doesn’t rock.” And you tried to give the
 people what they want. Mistake. World Without Tears sounds
 schizophrenic, as if cowritten by Lucinda Williams, fifty-year-old
 balladeer, and some half-remembered version of your younger
 self.
20 You know what I miss the most? Your stories. You used to
 take me on such incredible journeys! Unhappy endings, yeah,
 almost always, but they were stories - rich and vivid and
 brimming with unforgettable characters. You seduced me with
 those songs, with the lives of those characters, and I fell as hard
25 as a fan can fall. Sure, there’d been other women, other singers
 with other tales. But I’d never felt that way before.
 That’s all over now. And it’s not me, Lu, it’s you. I guess I just
 miss that spark, that lost magic between us. Maybe I’m being too
 hard on you. I probably am. But then, that’s love.

35 hard on you. I probably am. But then, that’s love.
XXX,
B