I've bitched before about how lots of songs have disappeared even from oldies radio, meaning that they gradually fade from cultural memory altogether. And honestly I'm not sure if this makes me sound like Proust or like Abe Simpson. (There's probably some hubris in even asking.) Still, enough barbarities from the past survive that you want to see the good, gentle things survive, if they can.
It's a little hard to believe that this group was produced by Kim Fowley, who later put together the Runaways, the jailbait hard rock group that introduced Joan Jett. Or maybe not unbelievable, just weird. The choruses are almost supernaturally sweet. The lead vocal is also sweet, but in a very human way. While the song may be kitschy, it's not impersonal.
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Not just songs, but books and movies too. It's kind of sad that such sweetness has become unfashionable now that it's needed more than ever.
Not, of course, that Joan Jett wasn't a whole lot more entertaining.
Movies and the history thereof may be hurt by the triumph of streaming over DVDs. The fact is,not everything will get streamed, and who decides?
Bless Joan Jett. She's still at it.
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