In November 2020, Jordan spent 45 days in a rehab facility in Arizona. A lot of the stuff that I needed to talk through, nobody could help me with.” “I was watching everyone around me put things out so much faster, and I was getting scared. “I was really isolated,” she says, sitting on a bench in the reconstructed Medieval courtyard. Jordan’s songs are a masterclass in being world-weary and heartsick, the way only a sensitive person in their early twenties can be, from the slow-burning “Headlock” (“When did you start seeing her?/Guess somebody finally tamed you”) to the silky “Forever (Sailing)” (“You’re taking her home/Doesn’t obsession just become you?”).īut more than a lost love, Valentine is really about how Jordan almost lost herself - particularly after her 2018 breakthrough, Lush, turned her into a nationally celebrated indie rock prodigy and burgeoning queer icon with achingly real songs like “Heat Wave” and “Pristine.” After a three-year tour and an unsuccessful attempt to tackle a follow-up, Jordan felt stuck. 5 via Matador, the indie powerhouse where she signed around her 18th birthday. That intensity carries through each of the 10 tracks on Valentine, out Nov. “I had a really good time wearing that outfit, sauntering around.” “I wanted to match the intensity of the song,” she explains. It’s a blazing rocker fueled by heartbreak and betrayal, sung with a furious new vocal power in the video, she wears a Regency-style suit while savagely murdering an ex’s new lover and stuffing her face with cake. Take the title track for her upcoming album, V alentine. Jordan works with a stylist these days to craft a precise look to get across the feeling she wants in each photo shoot or music video. “I don’t know why it’s so addicting, getting nice clothes,” she says. Even her lace face mask, which she got from her mother’s bra store in Maryland, wins her compliments from the museum guards. Clutching a black backpack and wearing a lavender sweater with white-and-brown Celine loafers, she looks like an impossibly fashionable middle schooler on a field trip. Jordan, who performs as Snail Mail, takes good care of these deep indigo jeans - later, she’ll stop in her tracks to trickle water on her knee after spilling some coffee. “I was coming back from therapy, and I was like, ‘Either I’m going to pee at my apartment or, potentially, my pants…’” “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” says Lindsey Jordan, 22, as she emerges from the leafy steps of Manhattan’s Fort Tryon Park, half an hour late, and approaches the Cloisters.
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