Last week was really one not to be remembered. Flu took over my life, sinking me into a comatose feverish state, leaving me completely numb and inactive. Mentally blocked for writing, unable to carry out any tasks, not very concentrated when watching movies, and barely listening to music. You know, when someone says something like “wish I was sick home” I get pissed off. Illness means punishment to me. I hate it!
Obviously the soundtrack chosen was kind of down, accordingly to my low state, I recovered John Grant’s Queen of Denmark, listened to Blues Funeral nonstop, Midlake, Neil Young…but, because illness is followed by feeling miserable and lonely, and this wasn’t any exception, as soon as fever was dropping, I felt the need to cheer up a bit, this is, to release some amount of adrenaline.
I’ve been very unlucky regarding the acquisition of L7 albums. First one I bought at a memorable show in which a night with the drummer was raffled among the audience, was Slap Happy. Certain character I’m not to name lost it when we started dating, and he eventually replaced it 5 years later. I had also bought a couple of albums more, but you know, during the widowing process everything was so past, many things and records were left behind, so it seems that I’ll never get them back, ot at least I don’t have any expectations, and L7’s belong to that category of lost items. Therefore, and because it’s unacceptable my CD/record collection misses such a relevant band, I’m trying to purchase all of them once and for all.
I’ve realized The Beauty Process: Triple Platinum is one of my favorite. Drama, Bitter Wine, The Masses Are Asses, Moonshine… perhaps are not as popular as the most popular anthems L7 have, but these songs used to rock my world when I was a teenager.
Perhaps, my passion for this band has been growing gradually with the passing of years, but what I can assure you it that since I knew of their existence, Donita, Suzi Gardner, Dee Plakas and Jennifer Finch were icons, and all the girls in our packed gang, we all wanted to dress and rock like them.
A great wave of nostalgia invades me right now, thinking of my friends Beui, Lorena, Vanessa, Clara, Beatriz, Tani, Noemi… my local L7-like friends. Damn! We were Seattle adopted kids in Mañoland, and we rocked!
L7 were attitude, they rocked, were mean and liked riot, opposite to all this aesthetics and pose, they played rougher than many guys, and in fact, they could actually play. Probably because of their female condition in a especially men’s world, as rock is, they had to fight for their recognition harder than many other bands. Most likely this handicap was key to strengthen their status as the new queens of the riot girls, and leave print in rock history.