Random Song for Tuesday: Liz Phair, 'Nashville'

I saw

and remembered that I like this song. Then this guy brought up Liz Phair in a post about ""

," and it was like serendipity wrapped in randomness rolled up in an Internet. So here's Liz Phair's "Nashville," from Whip-Smart, an album I recommend. Like any good love song, "Nashville" captures something you knew about love without knowing you knew it: The peculiar beauty of that time between waking in a tangle of each other and going your separate ways. The vulnerability that precedes putting your work face, your work clothes, your work self together (if you have a job, that is): "I can't imagine it in better terms / Than naked half-awake about to shave and go to work / And I'm starting to think / It could happen to me / Like it did to you." Like any good semi-cryptic indie-rock song, it never explains what "it" is, though you could probably guess. It also never explains why the song is called "Nashville." Sure, the chorused guitars sound oh-so-'90s, but every decade needs

, right?