I went to see Joan Jett with Caprice and Donna a couple of nights ago, and – well, she still rocks. She came out in her trademark low slung leather jeans, plus a bikini top. Tattoos, ripped muscles. I’ve been waiting to look half so good at some point in my life, and goddamn – she’s 48 this year. I’m 37. I don’t think it’s gonna happen.
My favorite part of the show, and the song I was most surprised to enjoy hearing, was “Crimson & Clover.” Mostly for the way she stands there looking every bit as tough as she ever did, & when she sings “my my such a sweet thing,” I’ve always heard it, “I’m not such a sweet thing.” No kidding. But then she smiles – a big, goofy, charming, smile, and you wonder if she is, or not.
Bust magazine sells WWJJD? t-shirts, which makes a lot more sense to me than the other kind.
The good news is that her next album is political and it seems she’s finally recorded her cover of The Replacements’ “Androgynous.” (Also, hopefully, coming soon to a gender book near you.)