Jenny Lewis Has Opened My Eyes
Oh Jenny Lewis, how do I love thee, let me count the ways? Your formative years as a child star, whose face has flickered across my television screen against the backdrop of so many of my favorite movies growing up. The brutally honest lyricism and vibrant poetic imagery your sweet voice brought toRilo Kiley during your days as an indie darling? The magnetic storytelling of Rabbit Fur Coat, your breakout as a (semi) solo artist that brought you back to your musical roots in brassy female country vocalists. And lately, your magical ability to charm Elvis Costello back into the studio. But maybe most of all, for bringing me, as a dedicated fan of your work, to explore other women who’s music resonates with me in a similar way.
I’m currently basking in the warm rays of Neko Case’s The Tigers Have Spoken. Have been thumbing through my inherited record collection for all the Emmylou Harris I can get my hands on. Need to lay my fingers on some Sera Cahoone and some Laura Gibson once I get some extra cash. Any other suggestions?