“We were blessed
By the innocent baby
Who taught us the truth”
One of our favourite singer/songwriters is Lucinda Williams. It’s not a coincidence that you share her name. Her music radiates an audacity of empathy and her song, “Blessed,” ties together some of my elemental inspirations – Billie Holiday, Van Morrison, the Stones, Dylan – weaving them into an expression of wonder at the totality of grace. Everywhere you look, gratitude appears.
In the summer of 1998, when your mum and I moved to Vancouver from Japan, Car Wheels on a Gravel Road had just been released and we fell in love with it. It was your mum’s introduction to Lucinda’s music and it quickly became a favourite in our home on the corner of Pendrell & Jervis in the West End.
When we were in New York the summer before you were born, we saw her at the Bowery Ballroom and she was awesome. Soon after, we found out you were arriving and the name “Lucinda” just felt right. Not only does it resonate with mellifluous Latinate echoes that reverberate into Japanese, it also shortens to “Lucy,” as in “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds”…
And conjures C.S. Lewis’ “Lucy” in Narnia…
And then there’s “Lu” as in Lou Reed…
And, of course, “Little Lulu”.
So Lulu-chan, you’re connected to a noble pedigree, and unlike the song’s past-tense formulation, one that we are blessed to share.