The baddest bitch: Selene Vigil 'circa 1990-something...
I've always wished I could somehow learn random statistics about my life--the sort of oddball quantifications that there's really no way to compile. How many potatoes have I eaten since 1984 (undoubtedly a terrifyingly large number)? How many times have I stood in line next to a serial killer in a 7-11 (an even more terrifying and hopefully much smaller number)?
While I can't be sure of the exact number, it's a safe bet that between 1991 and 1997, there is no local band I saw as many times as I did 7 Year Bitch. In fact, once I heard the Gits-inspired, all-female punk band, I don't believe I missed a single show. I was young, impressionable, and completely dazzled by their collective bad-assery, beauty, and ability to drink the boys under the table. I looked up to the Bitches so much that I even briefly adopted their standard cocktail as my own (ridiculously rich, pint-sized White Russians), and got so flustered around charismatic vocalist Selene Vigil that whenever I bumped into her in the bathrooms of clubs, I immediately diverted my eyes.
Aside from having what could quite possibly be the best name ever for a frontwoman and possessing a throaty, feminine growl in the tradition of like-minded singers such as Joan Jett or Vigil's dear friend Mia Zapata, Vigil's live presence was legendary. She was a true stage stalker, continuously pacing with panther-like menace, her lithe form crouching on the stage lip while shrieks and wails shot out of her like shrapnel. Sadly, there doesn't seem to be much live footage of 7 Year Bitch, save for what can be seen in the Gits' and Hype! documentaries, and their brief appearance in the wildly mediocre Drew Barrymoore vehicle, Mad Love. More 7YB video clips after the jump.