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March 12, 2007

Annie Leibovitz is one of America's most famous living photographers, and though she is best remembered for her 13 years of work for Rolling Stone, she has produced a great body of work

Courtesy of About Art History and the Detroit Institute of Art:

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Annie Leibovitz, Lucinda Williams, from American Music, 2006

I've been listening to Lucinda Williams' 8 year old Car Wheels on a Gravel Road. I've just bought the original CD --I haven't heard William's earlier music, such as 'World Without Tears' nor the later work, such as 'West'.

'Car Wheels' was six years in the making, recorded from scratch twice, and then more guest solos and recut vocals are folded in to make the album sound less produced. It is an album about place---the Deep South---conveyed through images and numerous references to specific towns in what is commonly understood as the 'rootsy' sound of alt-country genre. Williams' lyrics mostly deal with personal love relationships that have gone sour, disappeared or gone on for too long amidst travelling through the Southern America, visiting the cotton fields, broken-down shacks and juke joints of Macon, Lake Charles, Nacogdoches, Greenville, Lafayette, Baton Rouge and Vicksburg.We are on the long, sorrowful road of America’s greatest folk singers.

There's a bitterness that bubbles just beneath the surface of Drunken Angel.

| Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at 10:45 PM | | Comments (0)
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