Marilyn Rucker, known also as "The Wicked Wit of the West" sizzles on the piano and sings a mean song. Not mean-spirited, mind you, but the lyrics are far darker and more satirical than you might expect from someone who looks like the lady on the Alabam Pickle Jar. Or rather Wholesome, with a capitol W, but don't let appearances fool you. She is a wit with an edge like vinegar and eighty-eight spicy keys to back her up. She's won regional, national and international songwriting awards in several