There I was, perusing the latest issue of a popular music magazine while standing in the check-out lane down at the local A&P. It was then when I caught my first-ever glimpse of a new teenage all-girl rock combo. A hopelessly frustrated 13-year-old, my interest was piqued instantly. Hey, Mom. We’re outta Clearasil. Most boys my age would zero in on Cherie Currie, the band’s blonde bombshell, corset-clad lead singer. Others would gravitate toward the golden guitar goddess, Lita Ford (and her airbrushed micro hot pants). Following an initial fascination with the band’s fetching bassist, Jackie Fox, I soon became even more fixated on the dark-haired, mysterious rhythm guitarist — 17-year-old, Joan Jett. Oh, yeah. I could TOTALLY get her! It truly was a magical season for rock music — one ...
