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On my mind: Liz Phair
Poking through my CD collection with a friend last night I rediscovered my Liz Phair albums.
She may have fallen below the radar now, thanks to parenthood and a changing musical climate, but music fans should not forget what a significant impact she had on rock music in the 1990s. Releasing her debut album, "Exile in Guyville," at the height of the grunge era, she brought a tenderness to songs patterned after the Stones instead of Seattle. And no other woman at the time was so deliciously, brutally sexual with her lyrics:
"Every time I see your face I get all wet between my legs ... I think of things unpure, unchaste, I want to fuck you like a dog, I'll take you home and make you like it ... I'll fuck you till your dick is blue"
"I ask because I'm a cunt in spring, you can rent me by the hour"
"You've been around enough to know that if I want to leave, you better let me go, because I take full advantage of every man I meet"
"He said he liked to do it backwards. I said, that's fine with me -- that way we can fuck and watch TV"
Phair represented female empowerment to women and unbridled lust to men. As a result, "Exile In Guyville" is still irresistible.
Another friend walked in while I had the "Guyville" jewel box on my table, pointed to it, and declared, "That is one of the greatest albums I have ever heard in my entire life." Indeed.
January 11, 2001
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