If you change, your complete physique adjustments with you. Your ft would possibly even really feel totally different inside your boots. Jess Williamson made her incandescent fifth album Time Ain’t Unintended throughout a transitional time in her life, as a longtime romantic and artistic partnership dwindled and a quick single section gave option to a brand new love. That is typical fare for a singer-songwriter, however the native Texan, now splitting her time between Marfa and Los Angeles, writes from such a holistic perspective {that a} listener can empathize from head to toe. “Take me for a trip,” she wails on this soft-rock reverie’s refrain, “all tangled inside.” In that phrase, set to a descending melody, she surrenders and holds again on the identical time.

The music’s lyrics a few informal however intense encounter comply with go well with: her tongue is on this new lover’s mouth and the home windows are down, however then they’re barely holding fingers. Their intimacy comes straightforward, however in a flash they’re to date aside. It is all conjecture and need and hesitation and “I need to, however I am unable to make you, man.” The music has a slowed-down “Boys of Summer season” high quality: it is one lengthy swoon propelled by synthesizers so unobtrusive they recall the whispering digital system powering a Tesla, the type of automobile this fancy new paramour of Williamson’s would possibly drive. However her voice, as poignant as Linda Ronstadt‘s singing a Karla Bonoff music, dwells within the loneliness that even essentially the most thrilling informal encounter can produce. As she leaves this one behind, recognizing that on this dance she’s solely a stranger’s projection, Williamson repossesses herself. “Is it a one time dream, or a rustic queen that you just take me for?” she sings, turning her heel in these finest boots of hers.