I can't imagine any woman having left Sleater-Kinney's March 3 show at the Mercury Lounge without wanting to form a band, and I can't imagine any man having left without wanting to be a woman. Then again, I never figured I'd fall in love with a girl who lives four states away and thinks Corin Tucker and Carrie Brownstein bleat like goats, so my imagination can evidently be bushwhacked. Down-to-earthers like me need rock 'n' roll to remind us how limited our expectations can be, to repeatedly enact the unfolding of limitless potential on disc and onstage, so we won't lose sight of the necessary illusion that... More >>>