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Liz Phair plays the tits

There's an awesome New York Magazine conversation (neck and neck with VF for my fave trash entertainment) with Liz Phair about her past, present and otherwise, but the story about Exile's cover is the standout for me. Clearly I have problems because my strongest memory of that time in my life is of the pills that I hid in the jewel box, not about her nipple.

One amusing instance of which was the shooting of Exile's cover photo
That was so funny. I turned in a still from a friend of mine's student film for the cover of the CD -- it was an orgy of Barbies floating in a pool. Matador was like, "What the FUCK is this?!" They called up Nash [Kato, of Urge Overkill] and asked him to help. So he comes to me and goes, "Lizzy, listen, the record's great, but they're not digging this. Why don't you go into the photo booth, take off your shirt, leave on your necklaces." And before I went into the bathroom, he was like, "Oh, and remember to put lipstick on your nipples," because I have very light-pink nipples, and I figured it was some weird porno thing he knew about. Like, "Wow that's why the nipples always look so good!" So I went in the photo booth, and for the first couple of shots, I was sort of shy. He really wanted me to just be like sex.

Much as this is a story about Exile and I want to post "Fuck and Run" or "Flower", I really can't put anything here but California. All because of the most amazing night of sitting in my Dolores Street apartment with wonderful people, singing along after I'd cooked us a lackluster, but homecooked, damnit! meal :) Thanks for everything, J.

July 17, 2008 · permalink · by oof