Category Archives: Total Girl-Crush

Nirvana With Joan Jett – Performance At Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame Cerermony – VIDEO


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Well, the FEELS I’m having while watching and listening hard to Joan Jett perform ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit‘ with the [remaining–ugh] members of Nirvana at last night’s Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Ceremony…I mean, I knew it was gonna be great, but I sure didn’t expect to get all fucking emotional about it! Honestly, you people.

Oh well. Whatever. Nevermind. Watch for yourselves, man. 

Right? Joan MuhFuh’n JETT. All DAY. I really just have to roll my eyes to the very back of my skull at the idiots out there who bitched about Dave, Krist and Pat asking this ICON to lead them in what is an American classic; the song that CHANGED EVERYTHING. I’m going to make a couple of blanket statements about who’s doing the actual bitching: Dude-bros and people who were NOT EVEN BORN yet, to understand just how perfect of a choice Joan was to stand it Kurt’s place.

You probably also heard that Lorde, Annie Clark and Kim Gordon each took on ‘All Apologies’, ‘Lithium’ and ‘Aneurysm’, respectively.  Please feel free to catch these performances via 107.7 The End – Seattle.  You might get an idea of how we, the local people, feel about the induction performances.


Joan? You rocked your shit harder than ever. Kurt? We all still miss you.

Shirley Manson Graces the Stage Last Night at the No Doubt Concert in L.A.

Girl crush.

Oh, to have been at the No Doubt show in L.A. last night. Shirley Manson from Garbage joined Gwen (and the chick from The Sounds) for a cover of Adam and the Ants classic, “Stand and Deliver”. I’m SUCH a goon for Shirley. I think I’ve had a crush on her since I first heard “I’m Only Happy When it Rains”. What year was that, 1995? Obviously, she’s as fabulous as ever, and I’d definitely choose Shirley over Gwen any day.

Hunter and I were lucky enough to meet Shirley back in 1996 at O’Hare International Airport. (Alex decided his Big Mac was more important and stayed several rows back, rolling his eyes. Pssh.) Shirley was SUCH a little, tiny, sweet doll. I’ll never forget how tender she was with Hunter, shaking his hand, and then kind of just holding onto it while she chatted with him and asked him questions. He was six years old…and smitten.

We’ve seen Garbage in concert 3 or 4 times…I can’t remember. I used to totally color my hair like Shirley’s. (Gosh, what a 7th grader.) The last time Hunter and I saw Garbage (we went with Patrick), we were in the pit…right down in front of the stage. Hunter’s ribs were being crushed against the stage by a big chick who kept shoving me into him. I had finally had it, and threw my elbow HARD up into her ear. She stopped shoving me. Hunter loves that story. I think he was 12 this time. Don’t EFF with my kids! (Yeah, I’m a badass…at least I used to be?)

Shirley? Please tour again!