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=> GENERAL DISCUSSION => Topic started by: sonickteam2 on May 30, 2003, 11:47:00 am
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OK, if anyone cares, you can listen to some of the new album on here, and the new single. although my audio player wont play it!
She gets cuter by the day, no?
http://www.lizphair.com/music.html (http://www.lizphair.com/music.html)
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I think that Dupek has as many aliases as Rhett. :roll:
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Originally posted by sonickteam2:
OK, if anyone cares, you can listen to some of the new album on here, and the new single. although my audio player wont play it!
She gets cuter by the day, no?
http://www.lizphair.com/music.html (http://www.lizphair.com/music.html)
her new album is a big piece of crap, just like her last one, but worse
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liz phair got nothing on jadetree's mum....................
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yeah, i second jadetree. . .this sucks.
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Isn't that Avril Lavigne?
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I've never liked Liz Phair and she just gets worse all the time.
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never liked her music..However, Id shag her rotten!!!!
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Originally posted by Metal Meltdown:
never liked her music..However, Id shag her rotten!!!!
:D
haha. i know. I never said she was good, i said she was hot! and that i couldnt play the audio on the site. lucky me i guess.
i still like Guyville though
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Is she really attractive as that photo makes her look?
I had never seen a photo of her previously.
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Originally posted by markie:
Is she really attractive as that photo makes her look?
I had never seen a photo of her previously.
http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Club/2471/ (http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Club/2471/)
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http://www.liz-phair.com/gallery.htm (http://www.liz-phair.com/gallery.htm)
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In the images section of that website she goes from "rough piece" to "not too shabby" to "shagalicious"...going from this photo she can't take a baseball bat so I'd never be able to hook up with her anyway! :D
<img src="http://www.liz-phair.com/graphics/liz_gallery.gif" alt=" - " />
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nope, just a good photo....
too toothy/gummy to be considered super hot. A bit all American mum looking. she could have played Trisha in Hapiness.....
But hey some people like the mummy look, dont they Mankster.
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Originally posted by markie:
nope, just a good photo....
too toothy/gummy to be considered super hot. A bit all American mum looking. she could have played Trisha in Hapiness.....
But hey some people like the mummy look, dont they Mankster.
The "perfect yank teeth that are obviously caps" look does nothing for me either, except make me think of the saying "WIIIIIIIILBUR"
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Just for shit, that new music is. Damn damn damn. Though she's been headed that way for sometime. I'm listening to the "album teaser" clips now -- #4 sounds pretty good. That's one out of 12.
And the song with the chorus "you rock me all night long" -- man, if this is Liz Phair singing that should be "you fuck me like a dog all night long."
Guess everything changes. But does it have to get wimpy, too???
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Originally posted by bags:
Guess everything changes. But does it have to get wimpy, too???
That happens when you become the 'All American Soccer Mom'. :(
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Originally posted by Jaguär:
That happens when you become the 'All American Soccer Mom'. :(
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I don't know jag...she's pretty damn sweet for a soccer mum. When I was coaching kids the soccer mums I had to deal with were the stereo-typical frumpy jewish mums who would always have to leave practice early because she had a manicure appointment, counselling or some other lame-arse excuse. I'd be thinking to myself, "your nails are the least of your problems honey".
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Originally posted by mankie:
Originally posted by Jaguär:
That happens when you become the 'All American Soccer Mom'. :(
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I don't know jag...she's pretty damn sweet for a soccer mum. When I was coaching kids the soccer mums I had to deal with were the stereo-typical frumpy jewish mums who would always have to leave practice early because she had a manicure appointment, counselling or some other lame-arse excuse. I'd be thinking to myself, "your nails are the least of your problems honey". [/b]
Believe me, I agree with you....but Markie was right about her having that ideal All American Mom look. Let's say she could be on the cover of Soccer Mom's R Hot (the mens version). LOL. Not the image I'd go for but some guys like that. You know, different strokes for different folks.
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The new album will be released June 24, but AMG already has a review. Have to say, sadly, that it echoes the buzz I've heard on this albu (not to mention the album audio teaser on Phair's website, which plays about 20 seconds of every song....yuck).
AMG REVIEW: Who knew that all Liz Phair ever wanted was to be a pop star? Surely, her debut, Exile in Guyville, with its cinematic lo-fi production and frankness, never suggested as much, nor did its cleaner sequel, Whip-Smart, even if her appearance in negligee on the cover of Rolling Stone did imply she wanted a wider audience. In retrospect, perhaps the streamlined surfaces of Whitechocolatespaceegg were a bid for the big time, but it was undercut by songs of motherhood, marriage, and remnants of her time as an indie queen. All of that is a distant memory on her long-delayed eponymous fourth album, where she makes a long-delayed stab at superstardom, glamming herself up like a Maxim MILF of the Month and inexplicably pitching herself somewhere between Sheryl Crow and Avril Lavigne, on one side working with Michael Penn and adult alternative singer/songwriter Pete Yorn and on the other hooking up with 2003's hitmakers du jour the Matrix (not wanting to lose her aging core audience, she began her support tour for the album opening for the thirty-something darlings of the early '00s, the Flaming Lips, even if her new music was a far cry from indie). As "Extraordinary" starts the album with a heavy guitar downstroke, it's clear that Liz Phair has piled nearly all her chips on making it as a pop act, delivering music that not just fits comfortably with Lavigne's, but follows her sounds and stance, right down to the insipid lyrics. This, to say the least, is disarming, not just to die-hard fans of Exile who could never have dreamed that, of all the directions she could have gone, she chose this, but because such sentiments sound painfully trite coming from a 36-year-old woman. Throughout the album, these sparkly banalities come fast and furious, sometimes interrupted by something a little deeper, sometimes sounding catchy enough to sound pleasant in passing if you overlook both the lyrics and the fact that they're written by Phair, who used to be one of the sharpest writers in rock.
There's nothing wrong with a change of pace, but there's a startling lack of depth in either the words, which are entirely too literal, or the music, whose hooks are at once too obvious and not ingratiating enough. Then, there's the weird realization that Phair has so little to say on Liz Phair. While this very well could be her most directly confessional album â?? nearly every song is in the first person, with many songs drawing parallels to her circulated life story â?? there's no insight here, particularly when compared to, yes, her earlier work. It's not just that "The Divorce Song" details a messy breakup better than either of the divorce songs here (although that's an important, telling truth), it's that the parenting song is confused and condescending, it's that the endless songs about sleeping with twenty-something guys are littered with ridiculous lyrics ("I'm starting to think young guys rule," "I want to play Xbox on your floor"), and it's that she can't manage to write either a funny or sexy ode to her underwear on "Favorite." It's also that toward the end of this deliberate bid for the mainstream, she tosses in the embarrassingly "naughty" "HWC," where she extols the virtues of semen in the hair and on the skin ("Without you I'm just another Dorian Grey"); sure, it might seemingly break taboos, but what good is explicitness if it is only smarmy, with none of the humor or candor of "Flower" or "Glory." Yes, let's not compare a new record to an LP that's ten years old (although she invites those comparisons with a song like "HWC"), but Exile in Guyville has such a lasting impact, it's impossible to shake its memory when hearing her other, newer works. Liz Phair is running away from that shadow on Liz Phair, creating a record that is pretty much the polar opposite of that album, a shiny bright affair that wants nothing more than to be taken as a confection, even when it tries to dig deeper. It may be that Phair no longer has much to say â?? three albums after Exile, that's looking more like an anomaly in her catalog â?? but even so, the clothing and trappings of mainstream pop don't fit her well, and Liz Phair is a fascinatingly awkward, clumsy album. â?? Stephen Thomas Erlewine
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Now you can check out her babe factor based on non-airbrushed appearances:
Late Night With Liz
Mark your calendars! Liz Phair will be performing on The Tonight Show w/Jay Leno on Tuesday, June 24th! She'll also be on the Jimmy Kimmel Show on June 27th.
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According to the New York Times she's basically committing "career suicide" with her new album by trying to be a 36-year-old Britney Spears. It's a shame, because she used to be capable of writing really cool, stripped down, funny songs. I saw her once as a solo act, and she impressed me with her stage presence, and I also liked the way she accompanied herself on guitar, playing cooler rhythm riffs than one normally gets from the chick-with-guitar-singing-folk-tunes formula.
The important thing, though, is she's still hot.
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Basically, if you put any halfway decent chick in outfits and poses like these, she could be called "hot". Sadly, there is nothing special here about Liz Phair, and I think she's kind of a disgrace, actually. She has cast her pearls before swine, in a sense...
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Originally posted by Celeste:
Basically, if you put any halfway decent chick in outfits and poses like these, she could be called "hot". Sadly, there is nothing special here about Liz Phair, and I think she's kind of a disgrace, actually. She has cast her pearls before swine, in a sense...
part of what use to make her hot were her lyrics, but that won't be the case anymore
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She was in one of the Mens magazine's I read this weekend while on the train (Stuff or Blender or FHM). Anyway, the headline was MILF.
Tremendously funny to me. And I couldn't agree more.
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Originally posted by vansmack:
Anyway, the headline was MILF.
what does this mean? is it an insider thing for men only, or can you tell me :)
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i googled it up... milf - mother i'd like to f*ck
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In Smackies case it means
Mommas, I Love to Fondle
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Originally posted by Andrew WK:
In Smackies case it means
Mommas, I Love to Fondle
I'm an admitted spooner.
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I dunno, she looks like she's trying to look like a soccer moms 16 year old cocktease daughter rather than an ideal soccer mom. If that's what she wants to look like, and if insipid lyrics are what she's going for, so be it. She is easily ignored. There are certainly other sexy female artists who don't sink to stupidity.
Liz Phair's style and my tastes have been heading in divergent directions since the release of her second album.
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Blah, blah, blah...so who wouldn't do her?
(hyperthetically speaking)
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Originally posted by mankie:
Blah, blah, blah...so who wouldn't do her?
(hyperthetically speaking)
but, that's my point exactly...most unattached guys would "do" any reasonably attractive chick...big deal? there are so many "hot" people out there these days...something more needs to be there, the certain je ne sais qua, as they say...y'know?
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Originally posted by Celeste:
...something more needs to be there, the certain je ne sais qua, as they say...y'know?
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You mean something like a vagina?
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Originally posted by mankie:
Originally posted by Celeste:
...something more needs to be there, the certain je ne sais qua, as they say...y'know?
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You mean something like a vagina? [/b]
would a vagina qualify as a "je ne sais qua" for you, mank? that's a puzzler, given that you have a kid
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I was just responding to the "something must be there" not the French bit.
I suppose some blokes would prefer a strap-on though.
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As a married man, no I would not "do her".
Even if I were still single, I can't really answer that question. I dated and "did" women who were more photogenic than her, and some that were less photogenic than her. It was really all about chemistry more than what someone looks like in a photograph.
She is a skinny, short (5'2") 36 year old white girl with a generically pretty face. There is an appeal to that look, but there's an appeal to other body type/ethnicities as well.
Originally posted by mankie:
Blah, blah, blah...so who wouldn't do her?
(hyperthetically speaking)
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Hyperthetically...I would do her. She's not bad, not my type...but not bad. Besides, how great would it be to be hanging round the record shop with your mates and pick up one of her cd's and say to them....."see her? I did her!"
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I guess I'm guilty of boastfulness myself, but boasting for me was always about what I did rather than who I did.
That said, I can boast that I'm happiest of all right now.
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okay, okay, okay, she's not THAT hot, I just like that pose and outfit. But it's true that there are about a zillion DC chix who'd be hotter under the same circumstances.
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well I've met her and I can tell you she looks WAY better in person
being a married man myself, of course, I did not have ANY lust-filled thoughts
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Okay, hot or not, make sense of this response to a pretty scathing NY Times review of the new album last week:
LIZ PHAIR
Chicken Little's Tale
To the Editor:
Re "Liz Phair's Exile in Avril-ville" by Meghan O'Rourke [June 22]:
Once upon a time there was a writer named Chicken Little. Chicken Little worked very hard and took her job very seriously. Often, she even wrote. One day, just as Chicken Little was about to have an idea, she heard something falling on her roof. "The sky is falling! The sky is falling!" she shrieked, spilling green tea and vodka all over her work station. This commotion awoke her three readers, who lived with her in her hut, and all three rushed outside to see what had happened to the sky. After enduring several anxious minutes alone, Chicken Little was relieved to see her readers return. "Oh, Chicken Little, it was just the trees dropping their buds on a beautiful spring day," they said. Chicken Little tried not to show her disappointment.
Not long after, as Chicken Little was poring over some back issues of other writers' material, she felt another idea about to form in her mind. "Truth . . . no . . . Lies . . . no . . . ummm . . . ummm . . . Conspiracy!" She was just about to write this down, when a great clattering and scraping began above her head. Clutching her PC to her breast, she swung her head wildly to and fro. "The sky is falling! This time, the sky is falling! The sky is falling!" She meant to alert her readers. She felt very responsible for them. They played outdoors, mostly, and had very open minds. The three readers rushed back into the hut, very concerned, and when they saw the look of dread on Chicken Little's sweet face and her finger pointing skyward, trembling, they immediately turned around and rushed back out to see what was the matter. For a few breathless moments, they could neither confirm nor deny, then they all saw the same thing at once. "Chicken Little," said the readers, "it's only two squirrels chasing each other in amorous conquest, skittering over the eave of our house." "It's quite funny, actually," added one of the readers, "you should come and see." But Chicken Little was annoyed. "I have work to do!" she fumed. "Besides, I wasn't speaking to you. I was performing a haiku," she fibbed, faxing something.
Well, time passed, and the readers grew, and so did Chicken Little, but not very much. The light inside the hut was dim, and she worked in a huddled position for long hours. She grew paranoid. She began to think she wasn't sure anymore. She began to fear she didn't know. Then, just as her resolve was nearly wiped away clean, she heard a sound that was not very loud. She cocked her head from side to side, her little neck pouch jiggling, and pecked at a few pebbles lying around her desk. Yes, the sound was definitely there. In fact, it was coming from all sides now, the sound of a million tiny things dropping on her roof. She peeked out her window and saw a million tiny things dropping from the sky. All her chicken senses gathered in supreme vindication. She opened her throat as wide as it would go and crowed, "The sky is falling! The sky is falling! By God, any moron can see the sky is falling!"
The peacefully sleeping readers were aroused, but did not pay attention anymore, so used to her hysteria were they by now that her crowing became one more familiar noise in the chattering nighttime forest.
"The sky is falling! The sky is falling!" Chicken Little screeched, terrified they would not heed her and would be found the next morning, buried among the intellectual debris. She pecked and pecked at them with her sharp little beak until they finally agreed to be awakened. The three readers rose up and shuffled outside to be greeted by a warm, summer rain falling steady as a heartbeat, wondrous and quiet as unexpected relief from pain. "Why, Chicken Little," said one reader, "it's only a summer shower come to feed the land. It feels great!" Chicken Little cowered in the corner as a fork of lightning licked the trees. "It's dangerous!" she cried, "you could slip on the wetness! You could catch a nasty cold! You could get electrocuted!" The three readers laughed, and went back out to experience the mystery of the storm, without thinking, without deconstructing, without checking what the other would do first. "Listen to me! Listen to me!" cried Chicken Little, as she watched their backs turn. The three readers stopped at the door and called out before leaving: "C'mon, Chicken Little. Hurry up, you're gonna miss it!"
LIZ PHAIR
Manhattan Beach, Calif.
Meghan O'Rourke's review of Liz Phair's new album, "Liz Phair," is online at www.nytimes.com/lizphair. (http://www.nytimes.com/lizphair.)