July 18, 2007


Screaming Females at Ronnys last night. We arrived and they were lounging outside, the bar owner would not let them into their own show. They are 19.

Watching Marissa shred and defy a cover of N. Young's "Cortez The Killer" you think, in a few years I am going to be bragging I saw her play to 10 people once in a skeezy bar while the sound guy played tetris on his phone. She wore a velour dress with a leopard collar (also velour) and is a ringer for Laura Ballance from Superchunk. There was a hole in the knee of her black tights and she was all of rock history rolled into a lion of a girl. Bobby's friend said after "I have been going to shows for 20 years and I have never seen a girl play like that. She's like a four foot high, teenage-girl Johnny Thunders." I beg to differ, but I agree on sentiment/general principle. Johnny Thunders ain't my saint, Chrissy Hynde and Huggybear are--and she's got aspects of both.

First she gives you goosebumps, then she'll give you blisters. The girl messiah. She's here. Minneapolis kids, they are there tonight. Anything else you were going to go see is gonna feel like Steve Winwood's greatest shit in comparison. Get correct.

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