By Ian S. Port
By Tony Ware
By Emma Silvers
By Gary Moskowitz
By Alee Karim
By Ian S. Port
By Ian S. Port
By Derek Opperman
"It's kinda creepy, right?" Jenny Lewis says over the phone from her home in Los Angeles. "I think it looks like The Shining."
The just-turned-30 singer/songwriter best known as the sultry, though shy, frontwoman for the rootsy indie-pop quartet Rilo Kiley is referring to the photo on the cover of her newly released solo debut, Rabbit Fur Coat, taken by Lewis' friend and artistic collaborator, Autumn de Wilde; an unsettling shot that indeed evokes Stanley Kubrick's chilling 1980 classic. In it, Chandra and Leigh Watson -- Kentucky-born country-gospel singers (and identical twin sisters) who share top album billing with Lewis -- stand in a shabby, dimly lit hotel corridor in powder-blue dresses, eyes cast downward, eliciting memories of the spooky "Grady twins" (the film's young murder victims), even as they project matronly poise. Positioned between the Watsons, Lewis looks like the real ghost-child -- frail and grim, bangs framing her pale, sad-eyed expression as the rest of her auburn locks curl past her slumped shoulders. At the same time, her pose is eerily reminiscent of Sissy Spacek's title character's during Carrie's infamous prom scene, sans the head-to-toe gore (although Lewis' blood-red dress serves as a subtle surrogate).
Flip farther into the CD booklet and there are more photos -- nothing quite as macabre, but compelling in different ways: In some, Lewis is girlish and demure, sitting at a diner counter in the same red dress, or standing in the bright sun holding a white flower while decked out in a floral print and a floppy hat that hides her eyes; in others, however, she's cast as the somber mother of a young girl, world-weary as she stares into her child's glum face or vacantly applies makeup in a hotel bathroom while her tot finds affection by kissing her own reflection in the mirror.
Far from artsy-fartsy throwaways, these shots serve as strong visual clues to the nature of the album and its primary themes -- soured mother-daughter relations and confused parent-child roles; the search for identity; a loss of faith in God and love -- which all come into sharp focus after just a few spins through the 12 superb and satisfyingly stinging songs. And delivered as they are, mostly in confessional form and with vivid, intimate detail, it's remarkably tempting to surmise that Lewis is treating her solo coming-out as an opportunity to throw open the closet doors and let all the skeletons she's so far been wholly reluctant to reveal, in either Rilo Kiley lyrics or during interviews across her decade-long music career, tumble forth.
"It's up to you to decide if that's the case," she says, coyly.
That decision seems easy during "Rabbit Fur Coat," one of the disc's most arresting tracks. With only a rudimentary, back-porch acoustic strum accompanying her richly honeyed, twangy-in-all-the-right-places delivery -- a classic voice that's rightly earned comparisons to Patsy Cline, Loretta Lynn, and Dusty Springfield -- Lewis works her way through a first-person tale about a girl "of poor folk" with a mother whose sole prized possession, one that brings about much grief and abuse, is a rabbit fur coat. "She was waitressing on welfare, we were living in the Valley/ A lady says to my ma, 'You treat your girl as your spouse/ You can live in a mansion house'/ And so we did, and I became a hundred-thousand-dollar kid," Lewis croons. After their newfound riches turn back to rags, she sings, "Where my ma is now, I don't know/ She was living in her car, I was living on the road/ And I hear she's putting that stuff up her nose/ And still wearing that rabbit fur coat." Lewis concludes the song with this kicker: "But mostly I'm a hypocrite/ I sing songs about the deficit/ But when I sell out and leave Omaha, what will I get?/ A mansion house and a rabbit fur coat."
The natural inclination, of course, is to ascribe the known facts about Lewis' life to the narrative. We know that her parents (both musicians) split up when she was 3; she hasn't spoken to her father since then, and has been estranged from her mother for a number of years. Initially raised in Las Vegas, she and her mom moved to Southern California after the divorce and struggled financially until Lewis was discovered by a casting agency and became a child actor and the family's primary money-earner -- most famously she starred as Shelley Long's daughter in the 1989 film Troop Beverly Hills; she was also part of Angelina Jolie's tough-grrl gang in 1996's Foxfire. After she all but quit Hollywood in the late '90s to record and tour with Rilo Kiley -- which eventually signed to the Omaha, Neb., indie label Saddle Creek Records (co-run by Conor Oberst of Bright Eyes, who put out Rabbit Fur Coat on his own Team Love imprint and appears, along with M. Ward and Death Cab for Cutie's Ben Gibbard, on the album's rollicking cover of the Traveling Wilburys' "Handle With Care") -- Lewis and her mom drifted apart. Meanwhile, in 2004, Rilo Kiley jumped ship from Saddle Creek to its current and quite lucrative distribution deal with Warner Bros.