The Ani DiFranco Wormhole

Time travel via our old music... and remembering the raw intensity of youth

Dear ones,

Last week, Marty and I stole ourselves a slow weekday afternoon and lay on the bed together, listening to music like we were 19 and had nowhere else to be. One by one, I played her the songs that had shaped me back when I was that aimless teenager. The music slammed me into the frantic and utter love I’d felt for those melodies, those words, t…