I pretty much worship Jenny Lewis. She seems supernatural to me, like a sprite that flew in from the 70s, created from a potion put together by Laura Nyro and Stevie Nicks. Then I'll catch her in an old episode of The Golden Girls and realize that she is, in fact, human. Rabbit Fur Coat was easily my favorite album of 2006, and so far I'm loving her new one, Acid Tongue. Maybe she is living in the past, but I'm happy to pack up and move there with her.