If you profiled her, which to be clear you should not do, you’d identify a songwriter who grew up on a family farm in far western Kentucky and who sang in church three times a week until she went to college. Then you’d learn she’s a queer woman whose songs read like poetry from a southern literary journal. So maybe you’d imagine that she sings country music and that she’s left her rural conservative home ground far behind to feel more at home in a bohemian enclave in some urban center. And you’d be wrong on all counts about confounding, fascinating S.G. Goodman.