This much was clear: She wasn't coming back on her own. "Where's Lu?" a woman, apparently a manager, was asking. "We're late." Lu was last seen standing behind the outdoor stage, just after the rain had soaked Laclede's Landing on the St. Louis riverfront, flipping through a thick black binder of song lyrics, taking sheets out, putting them back in, while the band looked nervous and stalled by tuning yet again. "Are you ready, Lu?" the woman asked. "I have to go to the bathroom," Lu said. They looked over at the line of Johnny-on-the-Spots. "No way," Lu said. She closed the binder and headed out the back of the... More >>>
Williams steps out of the shadows with a florid beauty of an album.