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That I would aspire to become the rusted-out hot rod, no matter how many jump-starts I might require along the way. Not everything needs a shine, after all.
“Now YOU know what it’s like to nervously sit in an audience as YOUR child steps onstage for the first time to follow their life passion with a funny haircut, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.” She was right. THIS WASN’T DIVINE INTERVENTION. THIS WAS FLESH AND BLOOD.
And there is no love like a mother’s love. It is life’s greatest song. We are all indebted to the women who have given us life. For without them, there would be no music.”
I LOOKED UP AT OUR DRUMMER TAYLOR, MY BEST FRIEND AND PARTNER IN CRIME, AND SAID, “KEEP PLAYING!!!”
And that voice . . . no one had a voice like that . . .
They still have your fucking wallet, dude.”
our tour itineraries were now dictated by people who couldn’t even chew solid food yet,
to write and record a new song to include in the track list to help promote it (otherwise known as “the song on the greatest hits record that is neither great nor a hit”).
It’s the moments with no safety net that keep your spirits at their highest, and if you’re an adventurer like me, those moments can always be found. And usually in the most unexpected places.
Yes, Neil Diamond had literally given her the shirt off his back.
“Dad, will you ask Joan if she’ll read me bedtime stories tonight?”
FOR, IN A WORLD FULL OF BARBIES, EVERY GIRL NEEDS A JOAN JETT.
Taylor Hawkins, my brother from another mother, my best friend, a man for whom I would take a bullet. Upon first meeting, our bond was immediate, and we grew closer with every day, every song, every note that we ever played together. I am not afraid to say that our chance meeting was a kind of love at first sight, igniting a musical “twin flame” that still burns to this day.
I’ve got another confession to make.
