Post by Joy on Aug 31, 2010 11:33:02 GMT -5
Good morning, beautiful Jettheads—
It’s taken this long for the depth of experience of JJ at the Vancouver PNE to surface for me. I love to come here and share the Love with all of you.
At first I thought the reason Joanie changed those words at the end of “Do You Wanna Touch” to “Touch you/Touch me/Touch everybody” (instead of dropping F-bombs) might have been because there was at least one child in the front row beside us, pressed against the crash barrier. Upon reflection, I have a different thought about it.
Joan spoke a little bit about the way grief manifests itself and creates introspection. Deep introspection sometimes challenges us to find words, because language is inadequate to the task of conveying that depth. We have to fall back on the best way we can find, even if it seems insufficient, to share what’s inside an individual human being with other human beings whom we yearn to connect with and who yearn to connect with us.
“Touch” is a rare word that we can all riff on, and we can find each other in it. I’ve read an interview with Joanie somewhere in which she tried to describe the great Love she sometimes feels in the heat of a show. It’s bigger than her, it’s bigger than us, and it’s a Loving force that unites us all in one big rhythm.
Watching the crew set up the show and the amount of care they put into tuning the instruments. Watching the ways the crew took care of Joan and her bandmates—before, during, and after the show. I realized what a family the Blackhearts are and how much love was on the stage. What a solid, unified presence JJATBH turned out to be in the face of so much raw grief. I fell in love with every one of them.
And in love with every Jetthead there and on this and every Jetthead board. I’ve been thinking about how much hate I witnessed for Joan and the Runaways in 1976, 1977, 1978. And how that has transformed into such a pure Love for Joan in 2010. Aside from a bit of bad behaviour I observed due probably to alcohol/substance abuse, it seemed to me that the Vancouver crowd presented a face of solid Love to Joan. BB, Lee, and I were right there in front of JJATBH, blowing kisses and thanks at Joanie especially as she stood there before us so brave and singing “Naked”. But I also witnessed so many Jettheads I’ve never met doing exactly the same thing.
I know Joan has said she doesn’t read message boards, but she’s also said she knows her fans get her even when the industry people don’t. I hope she draws strength from what we feel for her.
I LOVED being with BB and Lee. I hope these friendships strengthen and deepen. I have more memories than I can tell you. We sat like drowning rats through pouring rain all morning and laughed like madwomen wringing out blankets in the afternoon sun.
Peace and Love to all Jettheads.
Joy
It’s taken this long for the depth of experience of JJ at the Vancouver PNE to surface for me. I love to come here and share the Love with all of you.
At first I thought the reason Joanie changed those words at the end of “Do You Wanna Touch” to “Touch you/Touch me/Touch everybody” (instead of dropping F-bombs) might have been because there was at least one child in the front row beside us, pressed against the crash barrier. Upon reflection, I have a different thought about it.
Joan spoke a little bit about the way grief manifests itself and creates introspection. Deep introspection sometimes challenges us to find words, because language is inadequate to the task of conveying that depth. We have to fall back on the best way we can find, even if it seems insufficient, to share what’s inside an individual human being with other human beings whom we yearn to connect with and who yearn to connect with us.
“Touch” is a rare word that we can all riff on, and we can find each other in it. I’ve read an interview with Joanie somewhere in which she tried to describe the great Love she sometimes feels in the heat of a show. It’s bigger than her, it’s bigger than us, and it’s a Loving force that unites us all in one big rhythm.
Watching the crew set up the show and the amount of care they put into tuning the instruments. Watching the ways the crew took care of Joan and her bandmates—before, during, and after the show. I realized what a family the Blackhearts are and how much love was on the stage. What a solid, unified presence JJATBH turned out to be in the face of so much raw grief. I fell in love with every one of them.
And in love with every Jetthead there and on this and every Jetthead board. I’ve been thinking about how much hate I witnessed for Joan and the Runaways in 1976, 1977, 1978. And how that has transformed into such a pure Love for Joan in 2010. Aside from a bit of bad behaviour I observed due probably to alcohol/substance abuse, it seemed to me that the Vancouver crowd presented a face of solid Love to Joan. BB, Lee, and I were right there in front of JJATBH, blowing kisses and thanks at Joanie especially as she stood there before us so brave and singing “Naked”. But I also witnessed so many Jettheads I’ve never met doing exactly the same thing.
I know Joan has said she doesn’t read message boards, but she’s also said she knows her fans get her even when the industry people don’t. I hope she draws strength from what we feel for her.
I LOVED being with BB and Lee. I hope these friendships strengthen and deepen. I have more memories than I can tell you. We sat like drowning rats through pouring rain all morning and laughed like madwomen wringing out blankets in the afternoon sun.
Peace and Love to all Jettheads.
Joy
Was truly beautiful
