Wait, What? What?
I like Rilo Kiley okay enough; I've got "The Execution of All Things," though it's been a while since I gave it a spin. But, as I mentioned here just the other day, I really enjoy bandmember Jenny Lewis' solo effort, "Rabbit Fur Coat." I guess what I'm saying is I'm familiar with her work, but not to the level that, apparently, I should be.
It was pointed out to me today by a coworker that Lewis, the go-to hottie for shoegazers and indie fanboys, is none other than the the girl from Troop Beverly Hills. She's done other stuff, too, like a spot in Pleasantville, as well as appearing as two different characters on "Growing Pains" and its spinoff "Just the Ten of Us," which should have sent that particular fictional universe spinning into the kind of paradox and eventual meltdown like when Ron Silver saw himself at the end of Timecop. But I think it's her work with Shelley Long that will somehow change the album for me from now on. It won't taint it, per se; I still love some of the songs, and I don't regret buying it. But from now on, whenever I listen to it, I don't think I'll be able to hear a note without thinking, "Man, I can't believe this is that girl. That's just too weird."
And in case you needed even further proof that Rilo Kiley is somehow at the center of the pop culture universe, Lewis' bandmate Blake Sennett (he's on the far right) was F***ING PINKSY. Seriously. My mind is about to cave in on itself.
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