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If you've been paying even cursory attention to Carrie Brownstein's career, Rolling Stone's new profile won't offer any surprises. It ticks the usual boxes: Carrie was in Sleater-Kinney, she's best friends with Fred Armisen, she likes to wear blazers. (I know it's not journalist-y to call people by their first names, but... I had her picture taped to my math binder in high school. I'm going to call her "Carrie.") There is, though, an interesting bit about the memoir she's currently working on:
The chapters that longtime fans will be most interested in, naturally, have to do with Sleater-Kinney. Brownstein has found she's inclined to blame herself most of all for the tensions that killed the group. "I feel a lot more culpable than I ever thought I would," she says. "My anxiety was getting bigger than the band. For Corin, it was kind of like, 'Well, this isn't fun anymore, because we have this crazy person in the band.' Meaning me."
I'm looking forward to the memoir, which will join a handful of recent riot grrrl retrospectives: Sara Marcus' Girls to the Front, and the Kathleen Hanna biopic The Punk Singer. Now maybe all this attention will translate to a Sleater-Kinney reunion, she said hopefully....
*I realized after reading the article that I have developed a "Portland-is-so-Portlandia" joke blocker; they barely register anymore.
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