When people gripe about girls’ rock camps or schools of rock, saying music, especially popular forms, can’t be institutionalized or taught, maybe part of that is true, but I always think about that night. How if the process had been demystified, less of a private club or a secret code, we wouldn’t have sat in the dark theater after we played, watching Codeine deliver a taut, deliberate set while we felt undeserving of having ever been onstage, blaming one another and ourselves, mad and heartbroken.
