song 083 : Little Sister (Suburban Legends + Outtakes)
Speaking of Grit’s insane bass skills, check out the intro of this short song with a long comment. This song is about the good people who helped me along the way, who leaned down and took the time to answer me when I was ignorant or otherwise in need. My big sisters, I’m going to pause to thank them now.
Girl Jesus for adopting us like lost puppies and taking us by the hand through the infancy of Lucid Nation, letting us use their rehearsal space, and their gear, but not their bathroom so Debbie and I had to pee in coffee cans outside. Now that’s suffering for your art! The neighborhood chapter of the Mexican gang that hung out kitty corner and across the street eyeing us like prey, held at bay only by their respect for the majestic Goth Mongol horde of four that was the band Girl Jesus in 1994.
Donna Dresch for Copper River salmon and Martha and the screen door in the Bikini Kill house ginger cat ranch, and for almost playing with Patty and us on Tacoma Ballet, and for playing toy keyboard with us at our second show opening for Team Dresch at an art gallery in downtown Los Angeles with a painting of St. Elvis of Excess looking down on us and Colonel Kirby of the Cacophony Society filming it all but the tape can’t be pried from the archive, and fixing my guitar in front of the Olympia Theater, and too many more to list them all.
Jody Bleyle for calling us at the motel and talking to Ronnie about how good his tone was after the disastrous show where, snubbed by all riot grrrl, Debbie first stopped playing midset, the beginning of the end. Jody for saying she could tell we’d be good if we kept at it, Jody talking to Ronnie from behind the drums when we opened for Hazel at the Showcase Theater and our drummer Erin had to sneak out her window because she was grounded. Jody for singing topless like an amazon at The Garage in Silverlake and at first I was embarrassed for her but then I realized male rockers do it all the time and a light went on in my head. Jody for playing bass when we recorded FUBAR for Peta’s Fat Wreck compilation but we were cut for sounding too raw, and too many more to list.
Kaia for singing Freewheel while we all cried at UCLA in the mess hall on her birthday just after Team Dresch broke up, Kaia and all the girls of Team Dresch because it didn’t matter to them that I was blond, or not a lesbian, or that I played rock,. Kaia and all the girls of Team Dresch like Melissa, Toni, and Jack for being so honest and helpful and balls out and true. The first time I saw them when they all joyously swapped instruments and excelled at them all I was enlightened. Kaia because she loves the color orange.
Madigan, for her constant encouragement and enlightenment and the big box of original riot grrrl zines, and the original Tattle Tale kitty drum, and her high school copy of The Bacchae. Jean Smith for starting the whole damn thing and going strong and long like a master. Kathleen for her advice about how to record singing, and her honesty about the pressures of being the lady at the front of the ship. Jennifer Finch for telling me what to do when you get a letter from a suicidal fan. Courtney Love for introducing me to Danny Goldberg and Slim Moon, our photographer Marina Vain. Cyn and Steph, Blue and Stefunny of Food Not Bombs, and most of all the Revolution Rising grrrls.
And many more big sisters and even a few big brothers like Ginsberg’s man Randy Roark and Nitebob; there are far too many to list but I thank them all. And the best way I can think to thank them is to try to do what they did for me for my little sisters and brothers.
Listen to the song: Click Here
Girl Jesus for adopting us like lost puppies and taking us by the hand through the infancy of Lucid Nation, letting us use their rehearsal space, and their gear, but not their bathroom so Debbie and I had to pee in coffee cans outside. Now that’s suffering for your art! The neighborhood chapter of the Mexican gang that hung out kitty corner and across the street eyeing us like prey, held at bay only by their respect for the majestic Goth Mongol horde of four that was the band Girl Jesus in 1994.
Donna Dresch for Copper River salmon and Martha and the screen door in the Bikini Kill house ginger cat ranch, and for almost playing with Patty and us on Tacoma Ballet, and for playing toy keyboard with us at our second show opening for Team Dresch at an art gallery in downtown Los Angeles with a painting of St. Elvis of Excess looking down on us and Colonel Kirby of the Cacophony Society filming it all but the tape can’t be pried from the archive, and fixing my guitar in front of the Olympia Theater, and too many more to list them all.
Jody Bleyle for calling us at the motel and talking to Ronnie about how good his tone was after the disastrous show where, snubbed by all riot grrrl, Debbie first stopped playing midset, the beginning of the end. Jody for saying she could tell we’d be good if we kept at it, Jody talking to Ronnie from behind the drums when we opened for Hazel at the Showcase Theater and our drummer Erin had to sneak out her window because she was grounded. Jody for singing topless like an amazon at The Garage in Silverlake and at first I was embarrassed for her but then I realized male rockers do it all the time and a light went on in my head. Jody for playing bass when we recorded FUBAR for Peta’s Fat Wreck compilation but we were cut for sounding too raw, and too many more to list.
Kaia for singing Freewheel while we all cried at UCLA in the mess hall on her birthday just after Team Dresch broke up, Kaia and all the girls of Team Dresch because it didn’t matter to them that I was blond, or not a lesbian, or that I played rock,. Kaia and all the girls of Team Dresch like Melissa, Toni, and Jack for being so honest and helpful and balls out and true. The first time I saw them when they all joyously swapped instruments and excelled at them all I was enlightened. Kaia because she loves the color orange.
Madigan, for her constant encouragement and enlightenment and the big box of original riot grrrl zines, and the original Tattle Tale kitty drum, and her high school copy of The Bacchae. Jean Smith for starting the whole damn thing and going strong and long like a master. Kathleen for her advice about how to record singing, and her honesty about the pressures of being the lady at the front of the ship. Jennifer Finch for telling me what to do when you get a letter from a suicidal fan. Courtney Love for introducing me to Danny Goldberg and Slim Moon, our photographer Marina Vain. Cyn and Steph, Blue and Stefunny of Food Not Bombs, and most of all the Revolution Rising grrrls.
And many more big sisters and even a few big brothers like Ginsberg’s man Randy Roark and Nitebob; there are far too many to list but I thank them all. And the best way I can think to thank them is to try to do what they did for me for my little sisters and brothers.
Listen to the song: Click Here
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