The former Rilo Kiley frontperson brings her California rock brand of Americana to The Civic Theatre Tuesday and we have tickets to give away.
the Las Vegas-born songwriter has an uncanny knack for easy relatability. Case in point tonight, her third number, Just One of the Guys – an outwardly breezy FM pop song, rawly asserting a woman's right to do it like a dude, even if she does feel broody. As she sings with a foot planted on the monitor, looking implausibly cool in a flowing lilac gown and white flares, thrumming a pastel-painted acoustic guitar – a getup part Stevie Nicks, part Rod, Jane and Freddy – who wouldn't want to be Lewis?
In review of her recent album The Voyager, Slate.com's Carl Wilson wrote:
Produced mainly in the studio of self-styled auteur Ryan Adams, it owes a lot more to Linda Ronstadt, Fleetwood Mac, Brian Wilson, the Bangles, and even Sheryl Crow than to anything indie, or to the Appalachian drag Lewis affected on her first solo record, Rabbit Fur Coat (2006). It’s also supremely Californian in its sexual and psychoactive-substance mores, fuzzy psychoanalysis, hotel hedonism, flirtations with polyamory, and general body consciousness. She deals in contradictions, but less often in irony.