October 23, 2016

Many autumns ago when I was old enough to drink but young enough to still laugh about it, the world felt fuzzy and soft. I was sure on the outside, frozen on the inside. I showed a male acquaintance some of my favorite female-fronted bands like The Breeders and The Yeah Yeah Yeahs. He grimaced as the front woman Karen O's signature howl seared through the sound waves over the arctic prairie wind and replied, "I just don't like any female-fronted bands or vocalists. It's not that there aren't talented female musicians, I just don't like their voices. Women's voices just weren't meant for a rock or metal vocal range either. It's just not their place ya know, no offense."

Clearly the issue was much broader than the tonal quality of a specific female vocalist. It was deeply embedded in sexism and antiquated notions of where women do and do not belong. I felt gobsmack...

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