Liz Phair's new album, Funstyle, is currently available for purchase on her website, and in order to entice you to buy it, she's posted a single, "Bollywood," which I think you should listen to before we go any further:
Several readers directed us to The AV Club's list of "well-intended yet misguided feminist anthems" — inspiring us to list a few more successful ditties, and to wonder what makes a feminist song anyway.
The large amount of pop songs giving props to sex and blow jobs almost drown out the ones about oral pleasures given to women. Here, we give a rundown of songs in which ladies singing the praise of being eating out.
People — writers, fans, music executives — don't really know what to do with an aging female musician. I'm not talking about someone like Celine Dion or Cher, whose popularity was never based on some amorphous idea of coolness or relevance. I'm not even talking about our beloved Liz Phair, who still plasters short,…
Yesterday Jessica and I went to see the musician Liz Phair play an intimate concert in commemoration of the 15th anniversary of the highly underappreciated cult album Exile In Guyville. The crowd was somewhat disappointingly subdued, chiefly because they couldn't really sing along word-for-word as one usually does in…
Jess and I are going to see Liz Phair. We'll be twittering about it. Come, experience our fabulous lives vicariously, one misspelled 14-word text message missive at a time!
Jane Czyzselska thinks that women in music are rarely referred to as geniuses. The Times of London writer claims that Rufus Wainwright gets plied with the "genius" accolade frequently, while similarly blessed female musicians like Kate Bush, Bjork and Goldfrapp are not given the genius label. Um, Jane? Goldfrapp? You're…
Moe is not the only Phair-lover on staff; I, too, listened to Exile In Guyville at least once a week for the entirety of my college career, not to mention the time spent on whitechocolatespaceegg and Whip Smart. I was shaped by Phair, but not just by her alone — I also spent many, many ponderous hours with…
It is the fifteenth anniversary of Exile In Guyville. What more, at this point, could we possibly say about Exile In Guyville? WRONG QUESTION, bitches! (Better question: Why on earth isn't Jezebel devoting a post to each song on Exile In Guyville? Answer: Why, what a capital idea! How did you go about becoming a…
Your favorite non-Bjork 90s indie rock chanteuse Liz Phair is writing a novel! This way hopefully, Avril Lavigne's evil production team can't fuck it up and she will have to do that all herself. We learn this courtesy the New York Times Book Review, which mini-profiled her (and had someone draw a really flattering…
Liz Phair is reissuing Exile In Guyville on some label owned by Dave Matthews that sounds like the name of a wrestling fraternity (and that, to its credit, also gave us Ben Kweller). Exile in Guyville is not that great a conversational topic since I think we can all agree that to deny its greatness is on par with…
Crappy Valentine's! And welcome to our all-time favorite hateful love songs post. The thing about love songs is that they only seem good when you're really really miserable thanks to love. In fact, if you're in a relationship and you find yourself listening to, say, "Divorce Song" or "I Am Trying To Break Your Heart" or "…
