On the south shore of Nova Scotia, in a house she helped build, Jennah Barry wrote, arranged, and recorded the songs that comprise Holiday, her second album. With Colin Nealis, her "greatest musical partner"-and partner in life-she made the album in 20-minute pockets, whenever their brand-new daughter would sleep, resulting in a piece of art that's focused, delicate, of it's own time while seemingly of one past. It's been in progress a long while-the title is a hallmark of Barrys trademark wit-and the truth of that progress is found in the gentle mundanity of everyday spiked with big life events like vocal surgery, and a baby. The truth is, Barry simply needed the time. "I make Grand Canyons in my brain I can't escape," she says. "The only time I can write about it is when I find a way out. The whole record is about ruminating."Like all of Barrys work, Holiday is intimate and intricate, timeless and universal-it sounds like it couldve come out of Joni Mitchells Laurel Canyon as well as the one Jenny Lewis inhabits now.
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On the south shore of Nova Scotia, in a house she helped build, Jennah Barry wrote, arranged, and recorded the songs that comprise Holiday, her second album. With Colin Nealis, her "greatest musical partner"-and partner in life-she made the album in 20-minute pockets, whenever their brand-new daughter would sleep, resulting in a piece of art that's focused, delicate, of it's own time while seemingly of one past. It's been in progress a long while-the title is a hallmark of Barrys trademark wit-and the truth of that progress is found in the gentle mundanity of everyday spiked with big life events like vocal surgery, and a baby. The truth is, Barry simply needed the time. "I make Grand Canyons in my brain I can't escape," she says. "The only time I can write about it is when I find a way out. The whole record is about ruminating."Like all of Barrys work, Holiday is intimate and intricate, timeless and universal-it sounds like it couldve come out of Joni Mitchells Laurel Canyon as well as the one Jenny Lewis inhabits now.
