By the time Juliana Hatfield had reached her mid-20s, she’d become the poster girl for ’90s indie rock. She was looked upon as the thinking person’s alternative to the riot-grrrl phenomenon, and the future seemed rosy. Hatfield had formed revered combo the Blake Babies, launched a red-hot solo career, played bass on the breakthrough Lemonheads album and gained national attention when she told Interview magazine she was still a virgin and wasn’t too worried about it. The backlash from those without much of an attention span was inevitable. In the ensuing years, Hatfield has honed her art and produced a wealth of stirring, self-confident albums. Peace & Love, out next week on her Ye Olde label, is an utterly sincere revelation that proves well worth the wait. Hatfield will be guest editing magnetmagazine.com all week. Read our exclusive excerpt from her 2008 memoir and our brand new Q&A with her.
Hatfield: I like ice cream with stuff in it—chunks—rather than smooth traditional flavors like vanilla, chocolate, etc. Ben & Jerry’s Everything But The… has lots of junk in it: white chocolate, Heath bars, peanut butter cups, chocolate covered nuts and probably some other things I’m forgetting. Ben Cohen and Jerry Greenfield sold their company a few years ago, and I really hope the new owners are still using milk/cream only from cows that are not injected with hormones. Otherwise I am afraid I might grow a third boob or something; I have eaten quite a lot of this stuff over the years. (I go through vegan phases once in a while, and when I do go back on the dairy, this ice cream is pretty much the only dairy I eat.) All of my parents’ children are serious ice-cream eaters. I have a theory: My siblings and I are in love with ice cream because none of us was breast-fed. (My mother claims that breast feeding wasn’t fashionable at the time.) We crave that sweet, creamy, comforting nurturing sensation that we never had and will always feel is missing. We are forever sucking on that teat that doesn’t exist.