Did you know Liz Phair sang back-up vocals on “Soak Up The Sun”? She did. She was playing basketball at a recording studio which disrupted Sheryl Crow’s actual attempts to work so she invited her to sing along. Watch for the basketball player graphic in the official vid…
I did know this, because I am an insane obsessed Liz Phair superfan, but I had never seen this clip before. I really like how resolutely un-backup-singery Liz’s behavior is. Like obviously she is going to wear a tshirt with some inappropriate joke on it and a casual Friday miniskirt to be on the Tonight show, and of course she is going to sort of shuffle around the stage while making these cute unaffected slightly eyerolly facial expressions, all while Sheryl Crow has totally done hair and makeup and very practiced eye moves for the camera and is wearing some kind of designer serape. And then of course instead of asking them anything like an interesting question about how they met (which: seriously, I’m curious! “Hi, aren’t you the girl who stole some of the more marketable aspects of my schtick and put a high gloss on them?” “Sure am, let me send you a bed as recompense, I am made of dollars!”) Jay Leno is like “You’re both women! Unfunny innuendo!”
Also I got a press release yesterday that Liz is releasing Funstyle with Girlysound as a bonus disc on October 19, and also she has announced some West Coast tour dates. Bennett has the full scoop on this and also he promises to post an interview with Liz later this week. OMG for real.
EGAD what a time capsule of all that was good and bad in popular culture in that barely bygone era. From Sheryl’s unautotuned voice hitting the high notes about as gracefully as a wet cat under a broken patio set, to Liz’s pure casual bestevrousness (complete with prop for her joke!), to Leno’s impression of someone anyone would ever think is funny, to Peter Krause being told to LEAVE? [CALL YOUR AGENT, PETER. You are better than this], to the mind-numbing JLH [and her admittedly very cute earrings] plugging an appearance at the Laugh Factory (how? what? why? huh?), and finally the best part… “Stay tuned for Conan.”
“You deserve a job that treats you right, Nicole” her Mama would always tell her as they pulled the day’s washing from the line.
“Coco, MOM! Coco! I’ll never be a famous butt lady with a name like Nicole!” Her little face tensed with frustration.
Mama shook her head. “Child, those dreams of yours…” She knelt down to Coco’s level. “Famous butt ladies just don’t exist. No matter how hard you want them to. It’s impossible.”
But Coco heard the word “impossible” her whole life. Her dream of growing peanuts in walnut shells. Her idea to mate a bird with a mime. Her longing for water-proof fire and fire-proof water. Even at age 10 she knew better than to listen to adults, for their minds are filled with hardness. No room to bend. No room to explore.
21 years later, she knew her mother was just worried for her. But she had made it. She was finally a famous butt lady.
“Mama would be proud,” she whispered to herself as the director yelled at her to suck her finger seductively for all of them men who would eventually ejaculate all over her image. “Mama would be so proud.”
The best part of this, beyond how great this series of posts is? I’ve seen Coco IRL, and she was down to earth and very pretty. She’s still pretty here, yes, but in a “my ass can’t be held into this thong” kinda way.