i dont hide, nor am i ashamed, of my love torrid love affair with liz phair. although, the affair is trapped in the mind of some weird hormonal teen circa 1993, that has since turned 31, quickly approaching 32! nope, this love affair for will ever be trapped in 1993, which is fine with me. i dont really feel like getting into the importance of exile in guyville on my life and the hundreds of foul mouth temptresses it helped spawn. you should, if you haven’t already, find out for yourself.
although, to this day i kinda feel like Peter, from family guy, when he is reading lindsay lohan the riot act during his brief tv segment, “you know what really grinds my gears?” so, read the attached diatribe, but instead of lohan insert phair and when he talks about outfits and such, just insert phair’s lyrical content:
“You know what really grinds my gears? This Lindsay Lohan. Lindsay Lohan with all those little outfits, jumping around there on stage, half-naked with your little outfits. Ya know? You’re a… You’re out there jumping around and I’m just sitting here with my beer. So, what am I supposed to do? What you want? You know, are we gonna go out? Is that what you’re trying to – why why are you leaping around there, throwing those things all up in my, over there in my face? What do you want, Lindsay? Tell me what you want? Well, I’ll tell you what you want, you want nothing. You want nothing. All right? Because we all know that no woman anywhere wants to have sex with anyone, and to titillate us with any thoughts otherwise is – is just bogus.”
you get the picture. while our love affair may never, ever come to fruition i think i am ok being stuck in 1993, every once in a while.
these tracks are from the girly sound tapes
stratford on guy (240)