Okay, I'll come right out and say it. I know jack shit about music. When it comes to selecting my tunes I use the buddy system. Anything my buddy Greg tells me to listen to. Most the stuff my buddy Jake tells me to. Almost none of the stuff my buddy Tony tells me to. Tony is a tragic case because he used to like good music and then he got hit by a bat or something and decided shit smelled nice and Mantic made cool
elves. It's been down hill since then. That's another story entirely though. I'm also a member of the Holy Church of the
Beastie Boys. Sacred is their name and hallowed is their music. Why am I telling you all of this? Well, because I'm about to review an album and I know jack shit about music.
Lets talk about
Jenny Lewis. Ever since I discovered
Rilo Kiley some years back I've loved Jenny Lewis. I know, I know, Rilo Kiley was/is a band and I should love all of them equally. Lets face it, we all know why so many bands are a bunch of silly looking guys in skinny jeans and a smoking hot lead singer. Jenny Lewis is great because she actually manages to have talent, sex, and quirk in a wonderful ratio.
