Not so long ago...in the long winter of 2016-2017. The debut of
Jackie Lynn. It was a year of bright lights and alien love, and an
undercurrent of undisguised tension too. It fed the music, what
can you say. Then suddenly one night, one gig was just the last.
For awhile. Until now.
Now it's a new year beginning, and Jacqueline is the album of
that year, bringing Jackie fully back in front of us, larger than
life, her arms reaching out farther into the glittering darkness than
Jacqueline finds Jackie Lynn down the road apiece, having broken in and out of the glare of American days and nights. A casino
queen in Missouri now, a stranger in a short black dress in Odessa tomorrow-another track, another rich slice of the life for our
femme long-haul truck driver. Each one flowing with the whitehot bursts of NEW as it unfurls itself around her. The process of
realizing is palpable, as we watch Jackie roll her wheels across
the wrecked frontier. Removed from the urban play that made her
first songs hum with onyx-black edges, Jackie is an agent of her
own agency this time around, alone and together with herself, as
big-sky perspective flashes through the windshield over and over:
dreamlike passing flares, white-line beats, twilight falling silk on
Jackie's trip is an analog evoking, among other things, the spiraling times of a traveling musician. The conversation with yourself
just keeps coming back around. Every night with a peak and a
valley. Practical things that are fun are also fault lines with existential depths opening up underneath. Is going forward getting
somewhere, or is the road just crumbling behind you?
Jacqueline blooms expansively from the synthetic rhythms of her
debut, blowing up their bone structure with bigger stakes in sight.
Jackie Lynn, comprised of Cooper Crain, Rob Frye and Dan
Quinlivan of Bitchin Bajas and Haley Fohr of Circuit des Yeux,
approached the material as a group, drawing together the journey
over time, inspired collectively to find the right notes, sounds and
settings to open the landscape for Jackie-and alter it inexorably.