Lucinda Williams

Esquire Excerpt: "There's this whole myth that surrounds the idea of songwriting—you know, you're sitting on the edge of your bed, drinking Jack Daniel's, depressed as shit, and you're writing. That's never worked for me.

The perfect man? A poet on a motorcycle. You know, the kind who lives on the edge, the free spirit. But he's also gotta have the soul of a poet and a brilliant mind. So, you know, good luck."