Who is the Phairest of them all?
Why, that would be the original Average Everyday Sane Psycho Supergoddess, of course, the human supernova, the pit bull in a basement, the one and only exile from Guyville, Liz Phair, whom I saw at Minneapolis’s famed First Avenue last night. (And no, there was no funk shrieking.)
I am humbled by her coolness. I covet her lyrical gifts. She makes me wish I had blown off college and become a rock star. And I would give my left eyeball to look that good in a miniskirt.
Which brings me to this week’s Friday haiku:
If I were taller
I could have seen what shoes she
was wearing onstage.
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She had boots on. Next time I will lift you on my shoulders. haha.
On the other hand, if you had blown off college to be a rockstar, you might have ended up like this.
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