My Bikini Kill Story
Bikini Kill stumbled upon me. I didn’t stumble upon it. It was destined in the stars that I would take to left-of-center, feminist, simplistic-yet-so-complicated music. Hole was my favorite band for a really long time. (I know the history between Kathleen and Courtney. Sorry..Believe me, they are in no means my fav band. I was 11 and mad. She was the only one on the magazines. Mainstream, anyway). So upon discovering Hole, everything else fell into place. L7, Babes In Toyland, Bikini Kill, the Lunachicks, 7 Year Bitch..the list goes on and on.
My father heard me getting ready for school one morning and for some reason, he began to care what I was listening to. “Suck My Left One” was blaring from my tape player (yes, tape player), and he told me I needed to “turn that shit down.” He was drunk or mad, or both, so I gave him the finger and told him to “shut the fuck up.” Then I got scared. I had never done that before. The music gave me to power to stand up to my aggressor. It felt great. Liberating.
I love Bikini Kill.
Now I have a husband and two kids but still have all of my records, tapes, and cds of my favorite music. My husband doesn’t get it. I’m glad he doesn’t. He isn’t supposed to. Maybe my kids will find their mom’s record collection in 15-years and a new generation of listeners will begin to understand. I hope so. It would be a shame if that didn’t happen.