Concert Review: Juliana Hatfield at the Record Bar

Friday, December 6

Better than: Having a My So-Called Life marathon at home.

At some point early in Juliana Hatfield‘s set last Friday, a guy near me observed: “This is so ’90s it hurts.” It was a true statement on every level.

As Hatfield strummed alone on stage, in a clingy, leopard-print gown, for a little while, it felt like the Record Bar had been transformed into something else — an indie coffee shop 15 years ago? Or maybe the set of My So-Called Life, except with 30-somethings instead of teenagers. (Obviously, much of the crowd gathered at Record Bar remembered the days when My So-Called Life was still in production. Several folks issued excited shouts when Hatfiled announced that because it’s Christmastime, she’d do the holiday number she once performed on that show.)