I have been, am currently, and will be for the foreseeable future obsessed with Joan Jett. The first female rock and roller, like how badass is that? I have her books, I know her story, I saw the bad movie made with Kristen Stewart about her, but that was only half of the story. That was the story of the Runaways, and the downhill fall that followed the bust of the Cherry Bomb.
My obsession goes so far as to have Bad Reputation as my ringtone. Yep. So overtime the sound is on and I get a phone call, that is although not frequent, you hear the guitar chords and then Joan Jett proudly proclaiming, “I don’t give a damn about my reputation, living in the past, it’s a new generation.” Some odd looks, but the few shy admirers glare at me each time.
If you like Rock & Roll, Joan Jett better be on your repertoire. If you don’t like Rock & Roll, but you need that music to just anger out to or go on a determination walk, Joan Jett again. Joan Jett, for every answer of every question you may ask, morning, noon, or night.
She’s an older artist, I assume, for the newer millennium, which I am also a part of, but still worth a listen. She’s got a voice that is raspy but pure, sandpaper against the hard metal strumming of her electric guitar.
Who isn’t going to listen to the first female rock and roller?