with things like learning to play our
instruments or practicing or any of that
snooty musicianship crap. We had bigger
fish to fry, like talking in loud voices
about our band and checking ourselves
out in plate glass windows as we
walked by with guitars strapped to our
backs.
Electric ones.
I started Crotch with this chick from
work named Paula who’d never picked
up a guitar in her life either, and who
was as incapable of embracing her
feminine side as I was. Paula and I were
the kind of young ladies who prided
ourselves on the wattage of our stereo
equipment, our firm handshakes, and our