I remember when this song was new in the world and so was I, in a way.
Memphis. Windows down, sun setting, so bored and lost that I felt annoyed by all the goddamned freedom.
The past several months (years) have worn me down in ways I could not have predicted but that seem necessary for me to evolve. I’ve made some very difficult decisions but I am buoyed by the thought of better days to come. My story isn’t done. It’s just getting started. I’ve got a little partner in crime now and we have the silliest adventures and I am watching the road laid out in front of us, arcing toward something great. I could not have predicted that part of the story if you’d asked me a year ago.
Obsessed with this song. And the video (which is NSFW for one sec because boobs).
More, give me more, give me more.
Sleater-Kinney coming back from the dead at this moment in my life is serendipity.
Now if Rage Against the Machine could get back to it, that’d be perfection.