 Moving to Missoula was a transformative part of who I have become.
Moving to Missoula was a transformative part of who I have become.
I
 was coming down off some seriously bad vibes from living in a small 
town in Wyoming and the only answer seemed to be moving to Montana and 
shacking up with my boyfriend who had moved there months earlier to live
 with his brother.
I didn’t know it at the time, but I was moving to the Volumen house. The first one, actually.And
 from the moment I pulled my car into the city, packed with everything I
 could fit in a beat up ’86 Buick Century, life was different.
My
 gut told me that the boyfriend wasn’t going to pan out, but I stuck it 
out hoping I’d find a friend or two to help make sense of staying in 
Missoula.
The Volumen dudes suggested I meet up with Sasshole.
A
 phone call came in, ”Meet us at Squire’s Pub” - I could hear laughing 
in the background and for a moment I felt like it might be a prank.
I had heard about these Sasshole ladies and what I had heard scared the living shit out of me.
Stories
 had filtered through emails from my boyfriend about these women. Kia, 
Jen & Milli would go harder and faster than anyone else out there. 
They’d put cigarettes out on your face, drink you under the 
table…literally, and if you couldn’t keep up…GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE 
WAY.
 Sitting
 across from them, I was nervous - trying so hard to be cool. They wore 
chokers, smoked cigarettes, wore ringer tees paired with sparkling 
vintage jewelry, and swallowed back bottles of beer in such an elegant 
and effortless way.
Sitting
 across from them, I was nervous - trying so hard to be cool. They wore 
chokers, smoked cigarettes, wore ringer tees paired with sparkling 
vintage jewelry, and swallowed back bottles of beer in such an elegant 
and effortless way.
They
 were rebel girls. They encapsulated every part of how I had idealized 
Riot Grrrl culture and they were immediately the queens of my world.
After
 our first encounter, I found a home with these weird and wonderful and 
sometimes fucking terrifying women. They made me laugh, got me into 
parties, shared their beer with me, and became my very best friends. 
They supported me to pursue boys and be confident, they didn’t get mad 
when I puked on their butts or slept on their couches, and whether they 
knew or not, they enabled me to grow into an empowered woman.
They were passionate about their lives and they lived every moment like it was about to explode.
This passion and insanity plays into every part of what Sasshole is as a band.
Sasshole
 is silly, horrifying, offensive, dark as fuck, and always irreverent. 
They never take themselves too seriously, but you can always tell when 
they’re proud of the arrangements they’ve put together or a song is 
particularly well crafted. Because that part is important too…but they 
don’t really care if you know or not.
Kia’s
 voice is urgent and mewling and it’s sexy as hell. Her stage presence 
feels a little off beat, but always ends up connecting with the rest of 
the pieces of the band.
Milli
 is a force to be reckoned with. Her rock stance on lock, she plays her 
bass hard and she stares down the audience. Her voice punctuates the 
places where Kia’s falls away. She’s a powerhouse.
Girl
 drummers rule and Jen is no exception. She kills it and manages a 
flourish or two while rocking a serious brown lip and throwing her curls
 around. She is cute and dangerous and doesn’t have anything to prove.
And
 although I’ve fan-girl’d the heck out of the ladies of the band, Dave 
is one of my favorite guitar players in Missoula. He’s serious and 
deliberate and he shreds. He’s the straight man, literally, to this 
wiley crew and it’s always a treat to hear Dave shout along with Kia and
 Milli.
To say Sasshole changed my life would be an intense understatement. 
People
 talk about the soundtrack of their lives and I can say without a doubt 
that the music scene of Missoula in the early 2000s was mine.
I
 tried to use the present tense to talk about Sasshole as a band because
 in my heart they never broke up. They never took a break for kids or 
jobs. They’ve always been a band to me. And even after this last show, 
they still will be.
I’d
 recommend you not miss their set at Total Fest this year. And don’t be 
surprised if you end up covered in corn or peanuts or kitty litter.
It’s happened before.
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Ladieeees and gentlemen! Preeeesenting: JENNIFER LEAH TACHOVSKY and her band!
Posted by Lee Conway on Saturday, April 30, 2011
 

 
 
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