Usually when I think about the artist I want to be when I grow up, it's an alt-country chanteuses along the lines of Neko Case or Jenny Lewis circa Rabbit Fur Coat. Except when I listen to Sleater-Kinney. Then I want to be a in kick-ass-and-take-names rock band.
The story goes that these ladies emerged from the Pacific Northwest riot grrl scene to make a name for themselves doing punk-inspired indie rock spiked with progressive politics and a decidedly feminist point of view. But before you assume that you've already seen them at Lilith Fair, listen to Sympathy. This song had me dancing around the kitchen like a fool on first listen. And about 1,000 listens later, the lyrics still have me thinking about what I take for granted.
Since falling hard and fast for the band on the basis of Sympathy and the album it lives on, I've felt a bit like a mistreated spouse. First they announce that they're breaking up. Then the very last show I have a chance to see is canceled due to an electrical problem at the venue. But rumors of a reunion keep me hopeful. As does the prospect that when they do reunite, I might be up there with them. I'll probably stick to dancing in the kitchen when no one's looking, but hey, a girl can dream, can't she?