The year is 1999, and Le Tigre is crashing through the headphones of your CD player with attitude. You head toward a trashy bar, music blaring, and get ready to step into a night full of excessive destruction, cocaine, and glamor.
Then you realize you're only 14-years-old. You can't drink yet, and the anti-drug D.A.R.E classes are still at the front of your mind. The last time you destroyed anything was that flower pot your mother kept above the sink, and your pubescent features are anything but glamorous. Still, you've got Le Tigre, and that fucking rocks. You are cool. You're ahead of your time. You're going places. You'll probably start a music blog.