you’ve certainly heard about the 15 yr anniversary of Exile in Guyville and everyone using this opportunity to slam Liz Phair for her (since) sellout attempts at trying to actually make money off her records (oh! the scandal!).

This is one of the more coherent and reasoned analysis I’ve read.

I saw Liz Phair in concert in NYC once, years ago (after the second or third album, I can’t remember which, the second I think), and she was (oddly) much less shy on stage than she usually is, commented on that phenomenon herself and then said [something like] “I’ve never been comfortable enough to sing this live but I’m feeling oddly outgoing tonight so here goes” and launched into Flower. The crowd went completely fucking nuts, as you can imagine.

And when we saw her at Field Day Fest (in 2003) while I don’t even remember how she sounded, I do remember my friend Dan being totally into her elbow-length armwarmers and mentioning them to his girlfriend so many times that a fight almost broke out. I wasn’t paying that much attention since I had just realized I had a river* of Jack Daniels running down my stomach from having snuck a fifth in tucked upside down in my bra but not noticing the lid was cracked*… Sweet.

For the record, there are some songs on her later albums I love as well (“Uncle Alvarez” for one), but it’s true that Exile in Guyville has *something* the other albums really don’t. (But perhaps they don’t aspire to either.)

*and by “river” I mean tiny trickle and by “cracked” I mean just enough to be letting out a tiny trickle. A trickle like “hmmm, why does my tummy feel damp?” trickle. Thankfully discovered quickly enough to put a speedy end to it.