15 Years Since Ani DiFranco Nearly Got Me Killed

It's been about 15 years since Ani DiFranco nearly got me killed by a pack of wild, rabid lesbians. I realized this a couple days ago as I purchased a copy of Curve, the lesbian magazine, for the first time in five years or so. As I flipped through the magazine, I once again felt more of an outsider than an insider.

Just like Ani, probably. The truth is that music fans have more contact with other music fans than with the musicians themselves. So when publicity or politics go south, music fans base judgment upon what fans are doing, not what the musicians are doing.... Many of her fans abandoned her for marrying a man, and I abandoned the whole scene altogether already because Ani almost got me dang near killed because she was trying to look punk in her fans' eyes, causing them to mistake me for "the enemy." Fuck those fans. Really. Fickle as the wind.

One day I'll write a book. Since music is one of my main loves, I will be sure to explain how Ani almost got me killed.

Anyway, I forgive Ani, 15 years later... and to make nice, I'll buy Ani DiFranco concert tickets. Thinking she's just waiting for me, I went onto her site, but she's not coming towards DC anytime soon. To my surprise, she's playing college auditoriums again, just like when I had the displeasure of not meeting her at my college despite booking her. I mean, we met in the elevator when I was lugging her gear. I was alone in an elevator with Ani, yes.

I will write a book someday. You know I can tell stories. And facts are all about how they are related...