Everything I'm Cracked Up to Be: A Rock & Roll Fairy Tale
It was 1994-post-Liz Phair, mid-Courtney Love, just shy of Alanis Morissette. After seven years of slogging it out in the Boston music scene, Jen Tr...more
I did not like the despicable things Trynin did, like making out...more
That would be my main complaint about Jen Trynin’s Everything I’m Cracked Up to Be, which weighs in at a wrist-straining 350+...more
Here Today, Gone Tomorrow, Ass Kicked by Sleazettes, 26 Feb 2006
"I think that the part about getting up in front of people and playing my own thing - in great part, it was always uncomfortable. And I think that really came across sometimes in my shows and my presentation of myself, because, you know, when I started doing this a million years ago when I was a kid, I honestly never pictured myself being a performer. I always thought I would be a songwriter, and I would give my music to...more
Trynin's the kind of girl that would drive you crazy but keep you entertained forever. She has a manic energy that comes through in her writing and story telling. The book is nicely written as a description of what it’s like to be yourself and not be yourself all at the same time and to consistently feel like you’re in the wrong place but not be able to figure out why since it really seems that this is exactly where you should be.
It's interesting to contemplate how “hitt...more
It's been over a decade since Jen Trynin's first album hit the shelves__and maybe time, as well as getting her story down on paper__has healed some wounds. For all the ups and downs of her flirtation with stardom, she shows neither bitterness nor excessive self-regard. In direct, insightful prose she weaves a tale of manipulation, betrayal, and the power of fame's allure. Critics are as charmed by her debut book as they were with her first album. Let's hope, for Trynin's sake, that acclaim isn't...more
"--airquoting low-budge, hip, and video, continuing his diatribe in an air-quoting frenzy, bouncing his fingers around words like precious, passionate, arty, money, until it seems like the only words Phillippe actually means are the ones like the or and or yeah--"
I, for one, still have her CDs in heavy rotation nearly two decades later, even if the rest of you people didn't buy them. Harrumph.