Well, 5 years, hundreds of concerts and countless celebrity-spottings and shoulder-rubbings later, I finally have an “I met so & so story” to tell my relatives about back home.Last night, thanks to an incredibly generous offer, we watched the Joan Jett concert back stage and then were invited into her trailer.
The woman is my hero. Onstage, she’s still as intense and intimidating as she was 30 years ago. At one point during the show I was watching her and wishing I could be her when I grew up. At the same moment, Sean leaned over and whispered, “I’d be afraid she’d beat me up.” *huge grin*
After the concert, we were invited into her trailer, where we met Joan, her longtime producer, and a couple people from the production company producing The Runaways (the movie based on the first band she was a part of). She was incredibly generous and polite, letting us into her space after the concert. And it was thrilling to meet her. It was awesome to say the least, but also slightly awkward because she has no idea who we are or how we know the same people she knows. But, it was cool to hang out with her for a few minutes. And ever the guilty Catholic, on the way out the door, I thanked her for letting us invade her space for a few minutes.
(apologies for the sideways angle)
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