Laura Jane Grace Cuts Through the Noise with Joy and Sarcasm
Photo by Bryce Mata
When I call Laura Jane Grace for our interview, it’s the first day of snowfall in Chicago, but more importantly, it’s the release date of her debut solo album, Bought to Rot. Against Me! frontwoman Grace has called Chicago home for the past five or six years and she’s fresh from a record release show in the city on her 38th birthday. She’s running a little low on sleep but she’s energized by her surprisingly joyful and unsurprisingly snarky new album.
Bought to Rot is her first release under the name Laura Jane Grace and the Devouring Mothers, and it features fellow Against Me! members Atom Willard on drums and long-term producer Marc Jacob Hudson on bass. There are a few reasons that Chicago is relevant to this record. For one thing, the album was released by Chicago indie label Bloodshot Records. Also, there’s a track on it called “I Hate Chicago,” a facetious folk-punk takedown of the Windy City with all of its sports teams, ludicrous deep dish pizza (“Learn to make a pizza you fucking jack-offs”), unfathomable traffic and its less-than-ideal geography (“You’ll only ever be in Illinois / And that’ll always be way too fucking close to Missouri”). Grace recalls the rush she felt from playing the song live in Chicago for the first time at Wicker Park Fest with Against Me! this summer. “I was like, ‘Just screw it. I’ll just go up and play ‘I Hate Chicago’ because there are a lot of people here, and I’m not sure when’s going to be a more perfect setting to first play this song.’ It’s really rare where you can play a song and it feels dangerous what you’re about to do and maybe the crowd will turn on you and rush the stage or throw things or try to beat you up afterwards. A couple lines in, people realized it was tongue-in-cheek.”
She says the song was written in the middle of maddening traffic, laughing while remembering the moment, “Like goddamn it! Fucking drive!”
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