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i love the sleater-kinney. and karen o. also le tigre. also my bloody valentine, L7, bratmobile, and especially the butchies, but the sleater-kinney are true to the 70s and then 90s riot grrrl and grrl aesthetic in a way that mixes so sweetly with more pomo arrangements, effects, ideas that makes my feminist punk rock junior high version of self most happy. thank god (as in whoever, whatever, nothing, something, everything) for music. in this anti-poetry, anti-emotional, anti-intensity world of now it's a fine miracle that we have so much amazing music to relate to. then again, the human condition with its low and highs continues despite all efforts to numb and fall into line and so it persists. for the same reason keats scribbled away for no one but himself sick in bed and dead by 20. angst. and more. now, to master this amazing napoleon bowl-backed mandola or to hold back until i get some guitar skills down so that the gdae of the mandola doesn't totally fuck up my ability to learn guitar. choices, choices.
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Janet Weiss, the drummer for S/K, is like the modern day John Bonham. She fucking kills the drums. I would like for her to beat on me a little bit.
She is a phenomenal drummer. There is a youtube video of them on Letterman where she just KILLS.
i love the sleater-kinney. and karen o. also le tigre. also my bloody valentine, L7, bratmobile, and especially the butchies, but the sleater-kinney are true to the 70s and then 90s riot grrrl and grrl aesthetic in a way that mixes so sweetly with more pomo arrangements, effects, ideas that makes my feminist punk rock junior high version of self most happy. thank god (as in whoever, whatever, nothing, something, everything) for music. in this anti-poetry, anti-emotional, anti-intensity world of now it's a fine miracle that we have so much amazing music to relate to. then again, the human condition with its low and highs continues despite all efforts to numb and fall into line and so it persists. for the same reason keats scribbled away for no one but himself sick in bed and dead by 20. angst. and more. now, to master this amazing napoleon bowl-backed mandola or to hold back until i get some guitar skills down so that the gdae of the mandola doesn't totally fuck up my ability to learn guitar. choices, choices.
holy crap that's a long comment!
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