From: Boston, Massachusetts
I first heard her: when she went on 120 Minutes in 1993 to promote "My Sister"
Sound: Juliana Hatfield is a girlish-voiced singer-songwriter who sometimes rocks out and sometimes doesn't. She's very easy to make fun of. I mean, she writes songs about finding a dying baby bird and thinking, "Humans only wreck the world!", and about how supermodels are, like, so fake. Or at least she did; I lost track of her career in the late '90s. But the fact is that while most of the songs I listened to in college had lyrics like "I got so high I scratched till I bled" and "When I was a teenage whore", it meant something to hear songs about being a timid virgin listening to Nirvana CDs in your dorm room — about a life I recognized. I would listen to a couplet like "Why are simple things so hard / Nothing ever goes too far" and think, "Yes, Juliana. Sing me the songs of our people."
Listening station: At first I just listed my three favorite Juliana Hatfield songs, and then I decided to add one more. It's got her trademark not-remotely-oblique lyrics, but even as part of me is wincing, another part is insisting, "But, but, this is awesome."