Don't Tell Anybody the Secrets I Told You: A Memoir

by Lucinda Williams

But music became her albatross, the piano was her albatross, because she wasn’t allowed or able to pursue it as a career. It became a symbol for what she could not do.

I could tell that everybody was trying. And that seemed normal, the trying.

I feel at home on buses and in hotels and then standing in front of people, almost like a traveling preacher, and expressing what I believe the most, what I care about the most, which is my music. And much of my music is about my life, so it’s like a story that keeps being lived and told, written and sung.