I spent my high-school lunch breaks hiding behind the bowling alley to smoke cigarettes because, A) I hated everyone, and B) I wanted to lose 15 pounds. My choice soundtrack for wallowing in self-pity was, of course, that of Buffalo-hailing songwriter/feminist icon Ani DiFranco. (My unofficial anthem: Not a Pretty Girl.) But that was back in the 90s. Since then, Ive learned to hate selectively, and DiFrancos grown out her shaved do and embraced motherhood. Shes not the radical she used to bebut, hey, neither are the fans. Heres to the righteous babe music that helped us survive adolescence.
Wed., March 18, 2009