A quarter-century ago (!), Lucinda Williams released her self-titled masterpiece, one of the best albums any one has ever made. Period.
One of those additions, “Sundays,” would have made an exemplary closing track, given the poignancy of being paired with the album’s opener. Both are jewels of longing, want, desire and need. The journey through the record takes the listener on many gravel roads, starting with a more confident plea and ending with a world-weary Williams just trying to get through the day.
Home, they hit.
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