The Ghosts of Highway 20

With blowsy, parched vocals, languorous tempos, straggly melodies and flyaway guitar lines, Lucinda Williams’ 12th album feels a little like an alt-country picture of Dorian Gray. You could also call it a portrait of the artist as an older woman: time-scarred, unapologetic, but still potent. Yeah, it’s literary; yeah, it’s…