Music is a funny thing. In the end it comes down to what we like. There is no real reason for what we like it's just what we like. I don't like Lucinda Williams' music and I guess that's just it.
A few years back a friend gave me a copy of this album to listen to and so I put it on a couple of times, but just never felt anything for it, not good, not bad, nothing. I realized listening to it now that it's just something about the sound, the overall sound of the songs, her voice, the album.
