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Known as much for her multiple sclerosis as for her songwriting gift, Victoria Williams finds Water to Drink under the wild desert sun

The Joshua Tree home of musicians Victoria Williams and her husband, Mark Olson, is not easy to find. Situated on 10-odd acres, a mile or so off the main road on an unmarked, unpaved street -- trail might be a better word -- the home rests in the middle of a dusty patch of desert scrub, just beyond a rise.

To get there, you get directions that are less exact than they are descriptive: "You know you're close when you see the nursery . . . you've gone too far if you see the post office." Along the way, you pass sights that could easily show up in one of Williams' songs -- Kickapoo Street, Old Woman Springs, and a barbecue shack that rubs shoulders with a sushi bar. But the most notable aspect of Joshua Tree, California, is the town's namesake -- a stubby, craggy crone's hand that looks like untamed American bonsai.

Still, some people manage to miss it, and it's not unusual for Olson to hop into the couple's truck and lead people to the house. It's hard to imagine professional musicians -- or anyone, really -- more gracious and welcoming, and once at the house, Williams and the couple's three dogs greet guests warmly. This afternoon, Williams is excited; she's just heard that the aurora borealis might be visible that night. "Wouldn't that be something," she marvels, wide-eyed.

Victoria Williams on life in the desert: "I know all the critters around here ... I talk to them."
Chris Strother
Victoria Williams on life in the desert: "I know all the critters around here ... I talk to them."


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Slight and delicate, Williams speaks with a wobble in her voice, an occasional stutter that may be an effect of the multiple sclerosis with which she was diagnosed in 1992. It's a well-documented story: Already established as a songwriter and widely respected within the music industry, Williams became familiar to the general public mainly after a circle of famous friends (among them Lou Reed, Lucinda Williams, R.E.M., Pearl Jam and Olson's former band, the Jayhawks) contributed covers of Williams' own songs to a 1993 tribute album called Sweet Relief, the proceeds from which helped pay the songwriter's medical bills. Williams has since released three albums of original work, including 1994's Loose, 1996's Musings of a Creekdipper and Water to Drink, just out this week.

Recorded partly in their house and partly at Chaparral Bottom, the studio the couple built in a guest house about a quarter-mile away, Water to Drink was originally conceived as an album of standards, but the project underwent a metamorphosis after Atlantic Records objected. "They didn't want me doing other people's songs," she says, sounding downcast. "My manager said they signed me as a songwriter and wanted to hear my songs. So I wrote a bunch of songs." She ended up writing more music than she could use and combined the two projects into one, with standards "Young at Heart" and "Until the Real Thing Comes Along" and the title track by Antonio Carlos Jobim joining Williams' original work. "I wanted to account for all the sessions," she says.

During those sessions, the house was turned into something resembling summer camp. The musicians, including violist Petra Haden, pedal steel player Greg Leisz, bassist David Pilch and clarinetist John Birdsong, trekked out to the desert and stayed over, sleeping on the floors and couches. Williams even sent a few of the songs to legendary songwriter/producer Van Dyke Parks, who added string arrangements.

The resulting album is typical of Williams' work: "Lagniappe" is redolent of Louisiana, while "Gladys and Lucy," "Junk" and "Claude" (about a squirrel with a withered paw who helped Williams get sober) strike a unique balance between the humid languor of the bayou and the arid, enveloping swelter of the desert. Like the Joshua trees that surround Williams' home, her music draws its appeal from the mesh of its tangled branches, a confounding, unexpected beauty that manages to seem severe and lush at the same time.

Still, Williams sounds ambivalent about Water to Drink. "It's a mélange of stuff. We could have taken out 'Young at Heart,' and we would have been okay," she muses. "Or we could have taken out all the standards. I don't know." Williams brightens when the subject turns to the title track, "Water to Drink." "It's a wonderful song," she says. She originally heard the song in Portuguese, and had a friend translate the lyrics into English. "There's something refreshing about it." Williams and Olson moved to the desert five years ago, mostly for Williams' health, she says, though heat is known to cause flare-ups of MS symptoms. The couple's one-story house is "swamp cooled" by a contraption that uses water and a series of fans in lieu of air conditioning, and there's a wood stove in the living room for the cooler months. The whole place has a vaguely Western feel, with books and CDs haphazardly stacked and piled on the desk and shelves. The only things that keep the house from feeling like the rustic retreat of English professors are the thrift shop paintings that Williams collects and the vintage organs that line the sun-bleached porch.

Although water seems to be on Williams' mind a lot these days -- liquid imagery runs throughout her lyrics, including, obviously, the album's title song -- the Louisiana native has adjusted well to life in the desert, and there's a magical quality when she talks about the land. "I know all the critters around here . . . I talk to them," she drawls. "Last night I was out there painting the sunset, and the dogs started barking. I looked and there was this big snake right next to the door." A natural storyteller, Williams pauses a moment to let the image sink in. "And I knew this snake. I'd seen it before. This big black-and-white snake. I was scared at first, but then I said, 'Oh, it's you.'"

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