Juliana Hatfield was always the girl I thought would have beat up Liz Phair at summer camp, shown her a really wicked guitar riff, and then taught her how to inhale. While Liz started off on the right foot as an indie princess - with a scratchy voice and a dirty mouth - Juliana had the pretty storybook name, the sweet voice, and a sincerely bad attitude. These were girls I … [Read more...] about Juliana Hatfield in Exile