at the age of 11 years old, going to a private catholic school and being shelter-shocked to any sort of reality, listening to music was my breakthrough to the other side. hole‘s album live through this was a favorite album to listen to during those early nineties. it was courtney love in her finest glory screaming victimization and wanting acclimation, dressed in ripped fishnet stockings, running mascara, and slips of satin and lace. listening back again, each track off live through this still feels so lustful, dirty, and imperfectly raw.
listen :: hole – jennifer’s body