Last fall, I watched Jenny Lewis and her backing band which includes her boyfriend, singer/songwriter/guitarist Johnathan Rice put on a tremendous, impassioned performance in a theatre on the outskirts of Philadelphia that wasnt even half-full. The tickets werent particularly expensive, the weather wasnt atrocious, the parking there isnt a nightmare. I thought to myself, Why arent there more people here? Are they mad because they think shes destroying Rilo Kiley with this solo career of hers? Are they sad that she ditched the Watson Twins? Are they tired of people hyping her up and insisting how hot she is? Is she just the poor mans/womans Neko Case? And then I went home, thought about her amazing voice and the excellent show she just put on, listened to her then-new Acid Tongue and its stylin, captivating 70s Laurel Canyon country-pop, and came to the only conclusion possible for the lousy attendance: People can be really fucking stupid. Seattle, dont be stupid. Just go. Youll thank me. With the Sadies, Mimicking Birds. All ages.
Sun., May 31, 8 p.m., 2009