Cover Me by Carrie Elliott6/28/2023 Driving angry through Los Angeles, I pound on the steering wheel and tunelessly scream “CALL THE DOCTOR, CALL THE DOCTOR, CALL THE DOCTOR,” until my throat hurts. I still channel my anger into that album, into the title lyrics of the title track in particular. I was a little too young to have participated in the halcyon days of the Riot Grrl movement (whether or not you want to include Sleater-Kinney in the movement, the timelines certain coincided), I spent many college years expressing all my rage by screaming along with Corin Tucker’s wild melodies on their second album, Call the Doctor (which was many years old by the time I found it, but I loved it). Carrie Brownstein used to be famous in one way knowing of her and her band Sleater-Kinney was a signifier of a certain kind of feminist coolness, a vibe I wanted to wrap myself in, simultaneously a blanket and a shield.
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