I since learned that the Big Song they played that did me in was “Fruits of My Labor,” a hard-hooking Lucinda Williams rough, tough sensuously biblical soulfest. What I saw was as good as anything on earth, but you can see what I mean at:
(link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=9h8edaYFbPI&feature=related)
And, showing that feather-boa NYC likes edgy country, too:
(link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=apr47BDknRU&feature=related, more soberly at: www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcVSQoG-lSw.)
It’s from her album “World Without Tears.” Check it out at: www.amazon.com/World-Without-Tears-Lucinda-Williams/dp/B000089RV5/jeffpottersoutyo
If you don’t know Lucinda already: she’s tougher than you are. She’s kinda like a Janis Joplin gone barbwire hard knocks country. A dark genius Texas singersongwriter. A bit Sheryl Crowey without the cute or pop, just pure dirt’n’booze poetry.
