HELL NO! Sleater-Kinney, Colin Meloy, and a killer night benefiting the ACLU

We’re all pretty fucking unhappy. Is that an understatement or is that an understatement? I spend my days tweeting Brand New lyrics at the president of the United States of America. Truly, one of my goals of 2017 is to get blocked by @realDonaldTrump on Twitter. It happened to one of my friends and I WILL NOT be out-snarked. Hence when the HELL NO! benefit was announced, my saliva glands wouldn’t stop dripping. Not only do I love the bands, but I have a giant liberal hard on for just hating on this asshole administration.


Tickets went on sale, I threw on my hazard flashers in the middle of Burnside, and by some miracle of crystal magic, got in. All of the bands killed it. The energy in the room was insane. The tables downstairs were passionate and excited to talk to you. People were freely giving out their real email addresses. Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks were just fucking on. Colin Meloy’s version of This Land is Your Land was one of the most emotional we’ve all heard in a long time. For all of us, the night will be unforgettable.

This was my first time seeing Sleater-Kinney live. Maybe I teared up. Pics or it didn’t happen. I’ve met Carrie Brownstein before, but seeing what she does with her guitar in person was fucking ethereal.  90% of the articles you read on Sleater-Kinney from the day they formed proclaim that we need them now more than ever, but I swear it’s always true. Honestly, remembering that their particular niche of hard core riot grrl attitude exists, refreshes my ability to suppress apathy- a gargantuan feat right now. They even busted out their signature move with covering Fortunate Son – something fans have been raving about for years – and my heart stopped! Ladies, you are my Joey Ramone.


Quasi is reporting on their facebook page that over $20,000 was raised for ACLU Oregon. Badass, you guys! It’s nights like this and remembering where I live that are going to keep me from blowing out the flame and sticking my head in the oven over the next four years. So, just thank you Portland, Quasi, Sleater-Kinney, for giving a fuck. We’ll fight. We’ll resist. We’ll get fucking through it.