letters
to an unknown audience
Rediscovering Ani DiFranco's music, which is a fertile ground of feasts and
famines. Casual listeners are probably most familiar with her as an
abrasive political advocate. And the pointed political abrasion of her (quite
original) style is one of the resources the music offers. But this time through
what I'm remembering his her resilience, her courage. For example, the way
she presents a devastating line that was originally Phil Ochs':
And I won't feel the flowing of the time when I'm gone
All the pleasures of love will not be mine when I'm gone
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here"
This comes as if she's been up all night crying over it, but found some solace before dawn, and wants to let you know: life's not total shit.