This balance of emotions is a central tenet of Joy’ All, an album that came out of lockdown and Lewis’s first opportunity to stop and process everything that had happened to her in the preceding years. Shit gets real, there’s a lot of suffering, and how are you going to weather it? “I don’t got no kids / I don’t got no roots,” she sings at the end, in a tone that could be read as wistful, or liberated, or both. The song, Puppy and a Truck, came out of an online songwriting workshop organised by Beck and is a sweet, moving bop about being single in her 40s and finding a deep sense of fulfilment in her new life.
“They make signs at the shows to get Harry’s attention, but about four shows in, someone in the crowd had a sign that said: ‘I’m here for Bobby Rhubarb.’”īobby Rhubarb is Lewis’s two-year-old cockapoo, a present from a poet friend named Serengeti and the subject of the first single from her fifth solo album, Joy’ All (“I need a dog that’s hypoallergenic / In the poodle milieu and photogenic”).
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“I got pure love and support and total attention,” she recalls, speaking over Zoom from her home in Los Angeles, sunlight streaming in through the wall-to-wall windows behind her. She had just come out of the pandemic and total isolation – “I hadn’t even gone to a restaurant or done anything” – and found herself on the biggest stages she had ever played, arenas filled with thousands of new young fans. It showcased the many highlights of her 20-plus-year career in music, from her days as frontwoman of indie rock band Rilo Kiley, through various side projects, to her current solo career making shimmering pop songs infused with country and 1970s rock (“The more she goes on … the more she sounds like one of the greats,” wrote Kitty Empire in these pages, about her last album, 2019’s On the Line).ĭespite their initial misgivings, the fans “were amazing from show one”, says Lewis. So when she was announced as the support act for Harry Styles’s North American tour in autumn 2021, prompting many of his fans to respond with: “Who the fuck is Jenny Lewis?”, the singer-songwriter created a Spotify playlist of the same name.
Writer(s): Maxime TrippenbachLyrics powered by ne of Jenny Lewis’s many appealing traits is a certain kind of rock star insouciance. My friends are gonna kill me, oh that′s for sure We waste no time to go get wasted, black licorice and liquor Saturday morning, I'm dying of thirst Aspirin, tums, hope my appetite returns But you know it won′t Not alone, she put a drink in my hand Not alone, she put a drink in my hand She put a drink in my hand Damned if we do damned if we don't Let's get on the next plane to Mexico Bloody knuckles and scratchy throats Wish for warm whiskey and cheap merlot Damned if we knew damned if we know We don′t need help we need some blow A day or two′s a milеstone Broken bottles makеs it feel like home My friends are gonna kill me, oh that's for sure We waste no time to go get wasted, black licorice and liquor Saturday morning, I′m dying of thirst Aspirin, tums, hope my appetite returns But you know it won't Not alone, she put a drink in my hand Not alone, she put a drink in my hand She put a drink in my hand Okay-okay-okay-okay-okay-oh Okay-okay okay-okay-oh But you know it won′t But you know it
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