So, i sit at the computer tonight, after just arriving home from watching none other then Joan Jett and the Blackhearts.
Today was a long day of working hard, and forgetting to eat, then getting cranky, then my hair not ending up right, and something weird appearing on face, i couldn't find parking closer then 20 blocks away, i wore ankle socks in my boots that ending up forming a ball in the arch of my foot, and there were drunken men falling all over the place as we arrive at the PNE. We finally found a spot where we could see center stage and of course some drunk to tall for his own good doofus stands right in-front of us.
"I may as well stayed home" b says as i kindly point out that there are 2 screens to each side of the stage that we can still kind of see.
Joan Jett's band walks out, and then her. WOW she is small. they are always smaller then i think they are. the guitarist strikes the first chord, Joan Jett takes a breath in about to sing the first word of "Reputation" and the crowds part. Much like the red sea. ( for moses? )
Somehow miraculously we saw the whole concert. clear of obstruction (i may or may not have had to tell some people to shove it that thought it was a good idea to push in-front of us)
Despite losing her mum just yesterday morning, Joan Jett had the capability of rocking out so hard she even had a vancouver audience singing along to all of her songs.
Front row was everyone from ages 4-90. When "I love rock and roll" everyone was singing along.
She didn't have to have a dance routine, she didn't have to wear skanky clothes to impress people.
She is who she is.
She "knows who (she is)" and that is a true, to the bone, Rockstar.
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