Kathleen Hanna - Heartbeat (from Mike Watt’s ‘Ball-Hog or Tugboat?’)

Hello. Mr. Watt. This is Kathleen Hanna returning your phone call. Bout 3:45 on Monday and it’s about that fuckin record that you asked me to do something for. And I guess I’m responding to that now cause I have a few minutes. And I just wanted to tell you…uh, I have a friend who was raped by, fucked by, whatever you wanna fuckin call it by this guy on your record, gonna be on your record. He’s a big rockstar. Yeah when he was 27 and she was 13 he was a big rockstar too. And uh, I don’t know if the phrase “power imbalance” means anything to you, but uh, I’m just not so sure I wanna be included in your little white rock boy fuckin hall of shame here, you know? I’m just like… Do I wanna be sandwiched in between some of these guys that are just doing the whole, like, big-white-baby-with-an-ego-problem thing? I mean… Get over it! It’s so boring. It’s like, a lot of these guys should just fuckin quit music and become lifeguards at like Wild Waves or some shit. So they can just like get their fucking, you know, anger management thing going. They can just get their power trips out on the kids, they can just do the whole thing. Maybe they’d be actually saving someone’s life. “Hey, don’t run by the pool. No cutoffs.” You know? That’s what I hear when I hear some of this you know music by a lot of these fuckin guys, you know? And I mean, I guess what I’m saying is I’m just too cool… to be on your fuckin record. You know? It’s like I really don’t wanna perpetuate or be included in a thing where it’s just a bunch of like, I don’t know, just like this new. The music coming out by guys right now in the sort of like rock world or alternative rock world or used-to-be-punk world or whatever, it’s like the whole, “I’m a straight, white, middle class, male, rockstar guy, but I’m so fuckin oppressed.” “I’m a loser baby why don’t you kill me.” Yawn. Like super fuckin yawn. So yeah, I guess what I’m saying is No. No. No. No, I’m not interested. No, I don’t wanna be on your fuckin record. No. But ummm… Mr. Watt. Dude. Babe. Sir. Uh, you need to get me my fuckin Annie soundtrack back like soon cause you’ve had it forever and I know you haven’t even fuckin listened to it yet. Just like, gimme a call and tell me when that’s going to happen. And ummm. I’ll talk to you then. Bye.