We Love Rock ‘n Roll


Recess. 1982. Laura, Jen, Kelly, Jenni, and I stand on the raised concrete slab by the cafeteria kitchen’s back door, near the empty milk crates. We are singing Joan Jett’s, “I Love Rock ‘n Roll” as passionately and loudly as we can. Over and over again. We stomp our feet. We raise our arms triumphantly. We are irreverent and strong and cool. We are a gang of 9 and 10-year-old girls, and we are awesome and liberated and yes, we know what that words means.

Sometimes a rotating cast of other girls would feel brave enough to join us. And then the gang felt like a mob, like the start of something else.

Sometimes the boys would stop killing each other long enough to stand with their arms folded against their chest and scowl at us – or laugh. Sometimes they just rolled their eyes and said, “Come onnnnnn. Let’s play kickball.” Sometimes we would stop singing and play kickball, but mostly, we just sang louder.

The teacher’s aides who policed recess watched us out of the corner of their eyes, vacillating between looking annoyed and amused.

I know neither how the singing started, nor why it ended.

But there are days when I want it back. The singing. The stomping. The arms raised. The feeling that I could do anything, that we could do anything.

If we just sang loud and long enough.

Dressed in pink, with a Blackheart.

My blog got a little makeover…thank you, WordPress Bueno theme! Sometimes design just manifests what’s been on your mind lately. I’ve been delving back into my musical past lately, and dare I say there are some similarities between my new design and these fabulous album covers, no?

Don't be jealous of her bandana. Just get your own.
Pop music, fresh from the bathtub!
Pretty in pink.

For the record, Joan Jett & The Blackhearts “I Love Rock ‘N Roll” was the first album (yes, kids, ALBUM) I ever purchased. The Go-Gos “Beauty & The Beat” was lucky number two. Need I say more?