Liz Phair’s new tracks are bad. Really bad. I don’t mention bad things just so that I can mock them and we can all have a laugh (do I?), but a recent post on Phair’s website has indicated that she may have gone off the deep end, so we have to talk about them. These are songs so absurdly awful that they lost Phair her management and her record deal and inspired scores of WTF?! posts from Phair’s biggest fans. There are tablas and rap and spoken word bits about “the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor.” But, she’s standing behind them?
In a statement released on Phair’s website, she defends the tracks for some reason only she and the drugs she is smoking know:
You were never supposed to hear these songs. These songs lost me my management, my record deal and a lot of nights of sleep. Yes, I rapped one of them. I’m as surprised as you are. But here is the thing you need to know about these songs and the ones coming next: These are all me. Love them, or hate them, but don’t mistake them for anything other than an entirely personal, un-tethered-from-the-machine, free for all view of the world, refracted through my own crazy lens. This is my journey. I’ll keep sending you postcards.
Did you listen to the song I embedded? Did you? Listen to it.