When news of a re-issue of the out of print album Exile in Guyville, by Liz Phair was announced, I got a little excited. “Oh….I let some ex-girlfriend borrow that once and never got it back…it’ll be nice to replace it.”
What’s the occasion for the re-issue?
It’s the 15 year anniversary this week.
15 years????????? When did that happen? Wasn’t I just listening to it in my walkman? Or was it the tape player in my dad’s car, parked in the driveway, because I didn’t want anyone in the house to hear the lyrics? If that was 15 years ago, then how long ago was it that I bought the CD version, still mesmerized by the idea of a grown woman/rocker possibly more fascinated with sex than every guy in my high school? When in that 15 years did I loan said compact disk out, then have to replace it with a burned copy, illegally downloaded from Napster on my college computer, freshman year?
I guess it has been a while.
Will the song content still make me look over my shoulder to see if anyone heard Liz talking about being the “Queen” of a specific skill (although, it will be on an ipod this time)? Will I still feel way to young to be listening, or feel too old as the attitude of recklessness is passing me by? Will I write another blog post to shamelessly put pictures of my once-upon-a-time-make-believe-girlfriend on my site?