Left Courtney Love in fresher, more judicious and more indie, Liz Phair tastes a steaklet of duck, just equipped with panties out of white lace and with a matched signal. The day before, the rockeuse one of Chicago had ignited the Coffee of the Dance [ á Paris, note ], with same simplicity: "During years, I had a terrible trac which prevented me from going up on scene. Since the birth of my son, that goes much better. I understood that the music, art and the literature, they was conneries. One is on ground to be born, become pubescent, kiss and make children. I take all with much more enthusiasm eet of philosophy." To smile frankly, sharpened intelligence, impudor total, this true legend ofthe feminist underground is delivered without make-up in its new album, Liz Phair, a opus rock'n'roll produces partly by a collective of makers of tubes, The Matrix (from where the sound, on four titles, definitely more mainstream). Its songs are written like a private diary. A rather hot newspaper which would deserve that one is delayed there longeuement...

You speak frankly about sex, and your album carries the "Explicit lyrics" sticker. Does that want to say that the sex does not pose any problem to you?
Now. I adore to be 30 years old for this reason: your face starts to age, you must make muscu, but you adore the sex! You know what you want, you had of the partners, therefore you do not have anything any more to prove. It is just a question of finding you compatible lovers to have super sexual relations.

There is a song which says: "Give me your hot white" come...
(She laughs.) I adore the way in which you say that! I think that this song concentrates a little all the misunderstandings which there can be on my subject: people think that I am an easy super girl who is sent in the air every evening, but it is not really the case. When I sleep just for a night, I do not have a orgasme, I do not take my foot. Me, I need really connaîttre better the person, to interest me in it to test pleasure. If not, it is self-destroying. I had been with somebody for two years and I wanted to write a song on the incredible way in which one made love. It was so good! It travelled much and a day, it left during two weeks. I then realized that my body faded! It did not have any more the same vicious side, and I had gotten thinner! To make love with him had rounded my centres and my hips, I swear you. I was happier, my face was softer and my more inflated lips because one embraced oneself all the time. Blow, I wanted to write over this period when I saw my glare tarnishing in a few days. I needed his sperm like beauty product!

Moreover you like "objétiser" the men. In another song, you compare a lover with your "under-vête-lies preferred"...
It is so true, not? He is deformed a little, the color passed a little, but it is that in which one smells oneself best! Yes, I acknowledge, that is able to me to regard them as objects, and to comprise me as they did with the women during centuries. For example, my turn manager always corrects me when I say "all the guys fant that..." But I cannot prevent me.

What do you think of the men in general?
That they are shitting, retrograde, but beautiful and adorable. But good, I prefer to leave with my girlfriends, except if I am sexually attracted by a type. I am very girlie.

You are always married?
Not, I am divorced. Afterwards, I had a rather long history, and I am of noveau unmarried.

Which made effect that?
A share of me would like to marry because I have a son and I have the impression to have the label "loser" on the face. When you have a kid, you are obliged to give him a social life, then you find yourself obviously with full with couples married around you. You smell yourself a little like the fifth wheel of fits with body. That, that fears. But the Rock song speaks to Me because of leaving with somebody. You know, towards about thirty, it does not have there so much guys of your age available. The goods are in couple and the others do not want to marry. Then, I started to make me dredge by types younger than me and I found that super. I do not include/understand why there is such a taboo làdessus in the company. The 20 year old guys are much better: they appreciate your trade, they do not feel not threatened by him. You do not frighten them.

Wouldn't the solution be to leave with somebody famous?
I did it! I left with a very known actor, and one continues to see oneself a little. I do not say who it act, ego I would not be against, but it is somebody of very discrete, of very anti-press. In fact, that does not change large-thing that it is known, it is a human being like another. The problem, it is that one could not go nowhere. It spent its time being attacked by crowd.

Is Au' which occurred with your husband?
I was insane of him physically, one had sources of common interests, but I had not understood that the marriage is an institution which goes back to another time.

LIZ PHAIR IN 5 DATES

1967: Birth of Liz on April 17 with New Haven, in Connecticut (the United States). Adoptive child, it passes his adolescence to Winnetka, in I' Illinois, an environment which it describes like a crossing between Breakfast Club and the Insane day of Ferris Bueller.

1993: Left its first album, Exiles in Guyville, sold with more than 200,000 specimens and venerated by the critic rock'n'roll. Liz is already pointed out by its words hot with wish, in particular autoproclamant "queen of the pipe" through titles like Girls! Girls! Girls! or Fuck And Run.

1995: Liz is made pass the ring to the finger by a certain Jim Staskausas, after having been confined of a small James Nicholas in 1996.

2002: Liz Phair makes its beginnings of actress in Cherish de Finn Taylor, thriller romantic new on our premises.

2003: Its new album, sobrement entitled Liz Phair, share with the attack of the charts, while criticisms wonder whether Liz, musicalement assagie, would not have turned Top 50 a little.

[NOTE: Translation provided by AltaVista's Babel Fish Translation Service.]