Barbican, London, January 21
OR a moment or two, Lucinda Williams almost looks frail. Escorted up the steps onto the Barbican stage, blinking into the light, she glances down at her lyrics for reassurance while supporting herself on a chair. But after speaking to her engineer and adjusting her monitor levels, her whole demeanour changes. “When Momma’s happy,” she reassures us with a smile, “everyone’s happy.” Williams is now
