Joan Jett Dream

I was having a dream about Joan Jett when I woke up this morning. I am very big fan of Joan's but I must say I had never had dreams about her before.

Joan and I have a history. When I was in high school, I thought she hung the moon. My friends and I started a band and we would try to be just like Joan. Becky was lead singer and played bass, I played electric guitar and Cindy played the drums. We were terribly bad but had quite the following of friends and family listening to us perform in Becky's basement. Joan Jett would come to our town almost once a year for a concert and we went every single year. But the best time was when Becky camped out overnight for us to get front row seats. She scored us the tickets and what a wild time we had! Becky and I hung out after the show trying to meet Joan. The best we got was a guy coming off her bus and asking us our names. He comes back out with a personalized autograph from Joan. Needless to say I was a little disappointed.

Another year when Joan was in town, my friend Cindy and I decided to chase the tour bus down the interstate after seeing it stop at Wendy's late that night. Bad idea. The bus driver obviously thought we were nuts and ran us off the road. Seriously. He did.

Flash forward many many years. Cindy and I decide to re-live our youth and go see Joan in concert once again. She is a parent of 2 and I am well...getting older. We decide to get there super early because it was general admission seating and of course we needed to be up close. We scored front and center! I jumped up and down, sang my ass off, and was slamming my fist into the air for 2 hours. Now, here is the really cool part. Joan and I had a moment. She was singing...and just looking at me. Seriously. The man beside me and my friend both turned to look at me at the very same moment, I guess assuming I was wagging my tongue between my lips or something. But I wasn't. I was just smiling and singing. When she was finished singing to me, she flipped me a guitar pick and get this...I caught it out of the air. OH yea!

So after the show we decide to hang around so I can try to meet Joan (Cindy got to meet her about 8 years before at a show where we live due to her hubby's Budweiser connection). So there I am when she walks around the corner headed for her bus. Me and about 40 other people. The minute she waved her hand to come over for pics I ran...fast for an old fart! I told her I have loved her since high school and I think I just kept saying I love you to her over and over. Yea, real cool. But I have a lovely picture of both of us all sweaty hanging onto each other. What a blast we had!

Flash forward again to this morning. My dream was Cindy and I going to a local bar for whatever reason. We get there and what do you know but Joan is performing there! I go up to the club manager and give him my credit card and tell him that I am buying Joan dinner tonight and all her drinks. Cindy was mad, told me I had lost my mind because she was pretty sure Joan would rack up at least $1000 in booze by herself. We go sit down in a booth and about 30 minutes later Joan comes out and sits next to me. She just wants to thank me for buying her dinner and the booze. We talk to her about some old songs that we love (if you can find these check them out...they should have been huge Joan hits..."Black Leather" and "I Wanna Be Your Dog"). She was laughing that we actually remember those songs and well...um, we start making out. My straight friend Cindy is very weirded out but I don't stop. Oh no. Joan and I are going to town. Then the damn alarm goes off. Disaster.

I e-mailed Cindy this morning when I got to work and this is all she wrote back, "You are out of your damned mind." Yes, I am.