vendredi 24 Nov 2006, 16h01m

Wednesday night, I drove to Seattle to see a good friend and The Slits.
At least once a year, I seem to find myself at these "living legend" shows, bands who I have loved for years, where my expectations and fears are exaggerated before I even see them.
I loved Cut since forever.
I loved their unselfconscious reggae/punk hybrid, so awesome in their cover of I Heard it Through the Grapevine, my old roommate used to say she could hear my name shouted in Shoplifting.
Mercifully, they were awesome. And not just a copy of what they were before. There were some hot young ladies up there too, and the guitar player and drummer seemed even better than those on some of the recordings.
Even better, Ari Up seemed to embody something I've been craving to see for a while. She exuded this confident, playful sexuality throughout the show. She was horny, she teased kids in the audience, she strutted, she joked with her bandmates, she asked almost eveyone about the status of their poom poom.
We get this, we get it, and love it, all the time from men, from Mick Jagger on. But from women, too often the sexuality is to prove a point and/or a specific persona…the foul mouthed Peaches, the jailbait Donnas, and so on.
I don't usually use this space to rant, so I will just say: the show was awesome. When I left, my face hurt from smiling and laughing, too.