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Dancing with Joan Jett
Dancing close
with Joan Jett is so wild, it’s 1988 and we go head to head. I’m the teen kid
by the juke box and she is my wet dream in black leather, one foot in front of
me. Pure bloody ecstasy. Garage music blares out of the speakers and we spin
around, my arm catching her waist. Closer we draw; a kiss. First of many.
Joan and Nick.
Who would have thought it? Rock n roll music heroine meets a Lancashire lad in
an intimate spit and sawdust gig venue in a nameless town. It happened, was
happening now. 25 July 1989. A day before I was eighteen.
By chance I got
her gig ticket, last minute rush. Left my crap job and mental northern town and
took the train to see Her, Joan Jett. My teen rock goddess singing live. How
many guys wanted a piece of her? And a few gals too. Black leather, boots and
an awfully short skirt...
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