Merry Jettmas to All! (Sorry Jesus.) ;)

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Christmas is here, Jettheads, the season of giving. This year, I’m hoping that a Joan Jett Barbie doll makes its way under my tree to keep my Edward doll company when I’m not home. My gift to you is this blog. Because I’m cheap awesome. 😀

While thinking about what I could write for you on such a festive holiday, I immediately remembered Christmas of 1991. I was 15. (Kristen Stewart was 1, for those keeping score at home.) Only one thing topped my wish list that year: tickets to my first-ever Joan Jett and The Blackhearts concert.

They were scheduled to play at Metropol (which no longer exists), in the Strip District of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, on Friday, January 10, 1992. As soon as I found out, I began the rather arduous begging process. My mother spoiled my sister and me rotten, but we could never take anything for granted. She was never afraid to say ‘no’, and our hi-pitched whining rarely penetrated her resolve once she had made up her mind. I had to tread carefully.

I had every reason to fear that I might not be able to go to this concert. This hadn’t been my first opportunity to see Joan live. She played at The Syria Mosque, which also no longer exists, sometime in 1989, but my mother refused to let me go. It was on a school night. No amount of begging and promising that I would get up on time the next day would sway her. I spent that entire night in my room, listening to my records in the dark, knowing that Joan Jett was less than three miles away. It was agony. Continue reading