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Kids those days: Throwing Muses in 1986ish.

This is amazing. Kristin looks so unconvinced.

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Kristin Hersh and her dad “Dude,” Rat Girl year (1985). I love Kristin’s photo-a-day blog.

she does it sideways

Been poring over this short film about Kristin Hersh based on Rat Girl (if you can pore over a YouTube video), trying to figure out where The Doghouse is. I thought I found it when I was running near Blackstone yesterday— I stood in front of a brown weather-beaten shingled house and stared— but came home to cross-reference and realized the windows were different, the lawn wasn’t the same. WHERE’S THE DOGHOUSE?

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I’m not even trying to conceal it: reading Rat Girl is doing something to my brain.* Everyone enjoys the flattery that is recognizing street names and people, but reading about Thayer and Angell streets, a shared mentor, and Tea is making me feel a stronger version of the feelings I’ve been having ever since I moved to Providence, back to New England, which was the first place that made me feel like I was experiencing life in full living color. It doesn’t really matter, but these feelings are helping to validate my decision to leave. I have not changed at all in the last ten years.

*(The book is also powerful for all the reasons that have nothing to do with my own brain, like how differently different people think and reason and make art, but I’d be lying if I pretended like that’s what’s obsessing me.)