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Quick and Dirty thoughts

Quick and Dirty thoughts

Well, no dirty thoughts, really. Not since I put away the garden and yard stuff, washed my hands, and type now with clean fingers. Anyway, was thinking again about Ani DiFranco and how she’s grown, matured, evolved. A mother now, she’s no longer the punkish rebel girl, the fighting fusion artist for grrrrl power. At least not overtly. At least not in the same way she brought to the fore in the early 90s. And she’s caught some flak from…

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Ani DiFranco Writes Graffiti on Your Body

Ani DiFranco Writes Graffiti on Your Body

A girl from Buffalo. A righteous girl from Buffalo. A righteous girl who blends punk and folk and fusion and politics with fire. Staccato babe. Staccato poetry weaving babe. She destroys her guitar but it stays alive. She can sing poems or chant poems as if . . . the rhythm is hers alone. As if . . . the rhythm is forced out from a Greenwich Village bar in the 1960s before she was born . . . I…

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