![]() “My pastor told me when you leave all you take is your memory,” goes the chorus, resolute like a hymn, wrapped up with gospel backing vocals and orchestral ribbons, “And I’m gonna take mine of you with me.” To whittle the raw material of life into meaning, worth preserving-this is the writer’s task. “ The Grants,” which opens her ninth studio album, climbs to the metaphorical mountaintop, guided by John Denver’s sense of mystical wonderment, to receive wisdom from on high. But now, rather than an escape hatch, it’s a framing device through which to peer at her life. She is still talking-and singing-about death. In conversation with Rolling Stone this month, Lana described a great unburdening in her psychic space. In due course, particularly since the release of her 2019 national pulse check Norman Fucking Rockwell!, her songwriting received the recognition she always knew it deserved. ![]() Lana has lived many days since then and seemingly found some of them worthwhile.
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