I Love Rock ‘n’ Roll
Another thing I neglected to mention during deadline (with a capital DEAD) is that I managed to unshakle myself from my desk on 6/7 just long enough to see JOAN FUCKING JETT at CBGB!!! Aw yeah baby. You know I’m so gay for her. Even though I am extremely old, LCF and I managed to shove our way to the front and held our own in a mosh pit full of drunk 40-somethings from the Jerz looking for a beat down. Afterwards, Joan’s publicist Jenn who was responsible for my recent foray to the promised land, kindly brought us back stage for an actual audience with the Runaway herself. Compared to her onstage glamazon goddess persona, she was much smaller and paler and I guess more regular looking in person under the shitty flourescents of the shitty little CBGB dressing room. She was smoking with Bob Gruen and Kenny Laguna and some other industry types, and of course I wanted to tell her about how when I was in kindergarten, I used to go to the library with my dad so I could take out her albums on vinyl and I would play Crimson and Clover over and over and over again at home while running around in circles and doing dramatic interprative dance moves until I collapsed in a lil’ heap. I wanted to tell her, but considering how aged I am, I figured that would make her feel even older, so I just shuffled my feet and muttered something incomprehensable about how the show was good and stuff. LCF was way more laid back and talkative as usual. Probably because he’s the only person I know who’s actually read “How To Make Friends and Influence People.” Classic.