ROCK THE VOTE! 7 Year Bitch – Sick ‘Em (1992), Viva Zapata! (1994), Gato Negro (1996)

Ah, the cherished 7 Year Bitch CD’s, well worn and much played.

My first introduction to 7 Year Bitch was seeing them perform in 1992 at one of the ROCK FOR CHOICE shows at the Palladium in Hollywood. Although I now bow down to worship at their musical alter, at that time I thought they were ridiculous. Riot Grrrl was not on my radar and my political awareness could saddle up and ride upon the back of a flea (it was microscopic). Keep in mind I was still fresh from the school of Stevie Nicks and Heart. A band like 7 Year Bitch was foreign to me. Their lyrics and performance was political, no bullshit and in your face, not shrouded in the gypsy metaphorical magic dust that was familiar to me. On top of that, they had absolutely no scarves, mandolins or doves incorporated into their show!

Still, these shows perked up my ears and opened my eyes. Walking around ROCK FOR CHOICE and the various Barbara Boxer benefits being held was my political awakening. Visiting tables and taking pamphlets on contraception, Roe vs Wade, and self-defense techniques for women from the tattooed and pierced rocker chicks who were unabashedly handing them out, helped me to find and solidify my worldview. The gut feelings I had were defined and given shape as I started to discover paths to the clans of like minds out there.

The 1992 Presidential election year was a big one for me. It was the first time I actually voted for someone that I felt was my president. Also, after living in Los Angeles for two years, supporting and voting Barbara Boxer into office made me feel legitimate when I called California my home.  The bands of course were what initially inspired me to buy a ticket to these events, but it was the whole of the experience that got me out of my head and out into the world better equipped to understand, appreciate and love what 7 Year Bitch contributed to the world.

Tomorrow is once again a big election day. Please don’t forget to vote. Also, I know some of the propositions we are voting on this time around are quite confusing, so I am going to wrap up this blog post by helping you better understand some of the Propositions you will be voting on.


Prop 3: Unofficially known as the Omne Trium Perfectum Proposition, Prop 3 will require, by law, that all comedians limit podcasts to three (3) minutes or less until their talent is proven in the court of public opinion.  Costs associated with a YES vote on Prop 3 would be a 150% increase in open mike comedy nights and quadruple the number of web series produced by mid-2013.

Prop K9: Known on the street as the F*cking Clean Up Your G*d D*mned Dog’s Sh*t Proposition. A YES vote on Prop K9 would require all dog parks to become official repositories for the mounds of dog poop left unattended by canine owners on city streets and public park paths.  An increase in the business tax on gourmet doggie biscuit boutiques and canine salons would help pay for the new pick up and dumping services that would be required. Prop K9 is funded in part by all shoe soles walking the grounds of the United States of America, non-profit group FAD (Felines Against Dogs) and the crazy cat lady next door.

Prop WTF: A YES vote on Prop WTF equals a NO vote on Prop HUH. In order for Prop HUH to pass, vote YES on Prop WTF but NO on Prop DOH and Prop 7. A NO vote on Prop WTF equals a YES vote on both Prop HUH and Prop DOH, but a NO on Prop 16. A YES vote on Prop WTF and a NO vote on HUH equal a NO for Prop DOH and will activate the bonus round.


My First Time. 12 ROUNDS Promo CD. (Nothing/Interscope Records 199?) (1998)

Discovering the 12 Rounds CD in my collection was like the feeling you get when you find a super long hair growing out of your neck. You are a bit disgusted, but also intrigued as to how it survived for so long without you noticing.

How did 12 Rounds end up snuggled in right next to 4 Non Blondes? I am guessing it somehow escaped a purge I did a few years ago in which hundreds of promotional CD’s were led one by one to the trash bin outside my house. You see, at one point in my career as a music journalist in the 90’s and early 2000’s, I was getting at least one or two promo CD’s a day, mostly of pure crap from major labels that were seemly never ending poop factories. I had a floor to ceiling stack of unopened CDs next to my desk I lovingly christened “The Leaning Tower of Interscope and Hollywood Records”.

I could never figure out how I ended up on these publicity lists, but will say it wasn’t a cost-effective decision for the major labels to make (imagine that). Somehow they deduced from blurbs I wrote about Club Sucker, The Need, Patsy, Sleater-Kinney, Le Tigre, Team Dresch, K Records, Chainsaw Records and Kill Rock Stars, that I might be a good person to hit up to do a review of their freshly signed all male, mainstream “alt-grunge-hybrid-trip-hop-ska-electronica rock” band.

I must have gotten every new “next Nirvana” band there was to get.  They all had names like Dustmite, Blind Baby, Hang or Chloe’s Needle Problem. The names of course hinted at the festering angst, scars, dirt and poetry radiating from the souls of the goateed pretty boys clad in winter wear, whose sulking oozed from their PR photos like puncture wounds.  Anyway, all this crap crowded my library of CDs for a long time until a few years ago when it dawned on me that I would never unwrap and listen to that T-Ride promo CD and started chucking the shit.

Okay, on to 12 Rounds. I will admit this errant refugee from the first purge of promo CD’s evoked a bit of emotion. Even as something never before heard, due to its sheer will to remain in my collection, 12 Rounds is responsible for making me think about the moment in time just before the tidal wave of promo CD’s began to flood my doorstep. It was a moment in my history when music journalism felt new, pure, artful, creative and inspired. I remembered the first time my writing was included in a publication that boasted a circulation more than ten. It was a paragraph highlighting an upcoming show at The Roxy in the LA Weekly, a paper I lived and died by as a citizen of Los Angeles. Oh that electrifying moment when I picked up the issue that contained my first piece–an adjective laden blurb about a local band I loved.  Hundreds of blurbs were to follow over the next seven years, but nothing will ever beat the rush I felt that first week every time I passed a pile of the LA Weekly in a restaurant or local club and thought about my words making it into the hands of one-hundred thousand readers.

A few days ago, I did actually listen to the 12 Rounds CD. First, I was surprised to pop it in and discover they are a female fronted band (there was no picture on the sleeve). This album is not a bad album in any way–somewhat typical sounding “trip-hop” 90’s stuff, but in the end, it fell flat for me. So after one play, knowing I would never listen to it again, this 12 Rounds compact disc has made the march to my garbage can. But unlike the promo CD’s before, I shed a tiny tear as the lid closed on this one.

The ones that survived. Bonus points to anyone who can name the CD’s pictured.