Liz Phair. I Love her. I do.
I still listen to her music at least once a week in transit or working out or whatever.
I have a distinctive memory of singing along to "Dance of the Seven Veils" as I listened to my discman on the loooong drive to college when I was 18. Without even thinking I was belting out, "...because I'm a little cunt in the spring, you can rent me by the hour.." much to the chagrin of my mother and the two family friends who made the drive with us.
She sang that tonight and so many others and I was in heaven, I really was. Oh, but I felt old.
I had an inkling this might happen when earlier this week I was telling a few of my colleagues at work that I was going to Liz Phair. "Who?!"
Well, their 21 and 23 respectively and were in elementary school at best as I blasted her in my bedroom at my mom's house. But I really was not prepared for the crowd, I wasn't.
I got to the show, got myself a nice spot, looked around and realized was surrounded by thirty something suburbanites who were excited to be out. Dressed to the nines and in some instances dirty dancing!! T
Five years ago I saw Liz Phair live & it wasn't like this.."ah, yes, but that was 5 years ago!" my friend laughed to me as I commiserated with her after the show.
But it doesn't seem like five years ago, it seems like 1 or 2..time flies when you're getting old.