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According to the little clock in the corner of my computer screen, it is 3:26 PM, which makes this the first time I've tried to write one of these things before midnight. I've been having difficulties lately because I'm trying to go to bed earlier (around midnight or so) and that puts me in bed before my mom, and I can't write this when my mom's still up. The computer's in the living room, and so is the TV, so we tend to be in the same room until one of us goes to bed. And I can't write a journal entry with my mom in the same room. There's something slightly perverse about that, I think. It makes her just a tad too close to the inside of my head. My mom asked me the other day what my web page address is, so she could check it out at work. She got rather alarmed when I wouldn't tell her- "you're not attracting weirdos, are you???" ...she wouldn't understand an online journal. It's much to exhibitionist for her. My mom is a very private person... she was married twice before my dad, and I didn't even know that until I was 11. But I really don't want to talk about my mom. I got two more Ani boots today. They are *so* awesome. I can't believe I didn't discover the whole tape-trading thing sooner! I want everything Ani DiFranco has every done. When she was in Ms. they interviewed Dale Anderson (her personal manager, at least back then) and he said "it was not like she was an entertainer. She was a person who changed your life." and I think that's it exactly. I found out about her when she had this little one page thing in Spin a couple years ago and I though she sounded really cool, and I was in the process of making a Christmas list for my mom, so I put her on it. My mom couldn't find any of her CDs, and in the meantime I read the Ms. article about Ani, and decided I had to have one of her cds, so when I got Media Play gift certificates for Christmas, that's what I bought. There isn't a Media Play around here, but my mom had to go to Erie a couple days after Christmas for a cousin's funeral, so we stopped then... I brought my brand new discman that I'd gotten for that Christmas with me in the backseat, so I could listen to whatever I got... I was going to by "Not a Pretty Girl" because I'd heard that was more political than her brand new "Dilate" ...but Media Play only had "Dilate", so that's what I bought. I got in the car and put it on while we were driving to the mall so my mom could spend her Kaufmann's gift certificates. The first Ani Difranco song I ever heard was "Untouchable Face." It was nighttime, so I couldn't read the lyrics. I was curled up in the backseat, and when she first started singing, my very first reaction was "I paid for this?" but then she got to the chorus.... For those of you who don't know, the chorus to Untouchable face is: and your untouchable face and fuck you for existing in the first place and who am I? that I should be vying for your touch? And who am I? Bet you can't even tell me that much...
And now here I am, sitting in front of my computer wearing a green shirt with a righteous babe on the front and lyrics from "Dilate" on the back and listening to an Ani bootleg, and if I were to make this little editor window smaller, you would see that even my desktop's wallpaper is of Ani Difranco. And I would write more, but my dad just got home. (This is why I usually only write at 2am!!!) so I'm gonna go now, and maybe tomorrow if you're lucky I'll tell you all about my relationship to the folksinger. :-) ~Sarah |