I’m plowing my way through my final essays for the semester and for that I require music. I’m listening to Juliana Hatfiled’s Made In China and thinking how different it feels from In Exile Deo, which I was listening to last week at this time. And it hits me:
Juliana Hatfield is like femme Neil Young. She can go hard, she can go soft, she can run punk or stream commercial, she does what she wants, she endures out of the limelight. Granted, she hasn’t had the same level of popularity, never was part of an eponymously named supergroup, but maybe if you put her together with Susanna Hoffs, Aimee Mann, and Mary Lou Lord — all people she’s sung back-up for — maybe we’d see something to rival CSNY.
That’s all I’m saying, totally random and nothing to do with writing. Juliana Hatfield is like Neil Young.
And Neil, by the way, is more jazz than he is rock and roll.
