​It's easy to be in a band in college. No spouse, no kids, no full time job. Just fun and excitement. Then that band gives way to a post college line up which then  splinters into yet another band. Then come the kids, time becomes scarce, and all versions of a band fade away. There's still some songwriting and recording for a while, but eventually the guitars go on the wall and don't get picked up again. 

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Fast forward 8 years. Lockdown 2020. 

 

Working from home. The kids are bigger. There is time. Music documentaries are always streaming. This leads to rewatching (for the millionth time) The Punk Singer, a documentary about Kathleen Hanna. There is a scene where Ad-Rock talks about a record she made alone in her bedroom. He calls it a masterpiece. 

And that was it; the spark. If she made music in her bedroom... 

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Welcome to Feminoise. 

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