Tuesday, July 17, 2001

Currently I'm what in the journalism trade is dubbed filing and am doing just that and I'm passing the fax spewer from which I gather upcoming event info and sitting at the bottom was a message from Ani DiFranco's Righteous Babe Records. Apparently the Lil' Folksinger is pissed as hell because a late night talk show (I watch none of that so I don't even recall which one it was) said You cannot play your depressing song about racism, you know, the one which poops on your home town. And she was like, oh, well, like, look, since I was 18 I've blazed my own trail and NOBODY tells this Lil' Folksinger what to do. So she's not playing the song. She's not playing the show. She'll show them. Nobody tells a Lil' Corporate Anarchist what to do.

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