If you’ve ever been a woman in the rock and roll world, you’ve had to deal with something like this. Actually, if you’ve ever been a woman in a grocery store, or a gym, or a post office. Basically, if you’ve ever been a woman, you can probably relate. The question is, would you have dealt with it the way Joan Jett did?
You might say no. But imagine how often Jett has had to deal with stalkers and creepy guys trying to hit on her and her bandmates. Everyone has a breaking point. And I bet fans pushed Jett to hers often.
When Joan Jett was in The Runaways, those girls were all anyone talked about. A rock band made entirely of women. That’s something people are going to take note of. And even after Joan Jett left the famous band, she made even more waves as a solo artist. With hits like I Hate Myself For Lovin’ You and I Love Rock and Roll, she dominated the airwaves.
And after hearing stories like this, it makes more sense why Joan Jett was known for her bad reputation.
Loudersound.com reported that when creepy guys wouldn’t stop hitting on Joan Jett and her friends, Jett would give those guys a special “treat”. That treat was a special popsicle made out of 10% lemonade and 90% urine.
According to loudersound. com, Jett called them “pissicles”. The website reported that this story appears in the Lexicon Devil biography by Brendan Mullen. Allegedly Jett did admit to having the urine pops on hand in the fridge but doesn’t recall if they ever used them.
But even if she didn’t actually give them out, pouring urine into a popsicle mold and putting it in the freezer next to the hot pockets is more than most of us would do. Then again, most of us aren’t sex symbols in the public eye, either.
– Wendy Rush
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Throwback: That Time Pink Floyd 's Syd Barrett Ate Talking Cornflakes
When it comes to famous bands, some stories are kept out of the public.
So you won’t hear about this Pink Floyd story in places like Wikipedia. This shocking tale comes from loudersound.com, and allegedly from the mouth of shock rock god, Alice Cooper himself.
First, some context:
In 1968, a fairly new Pink Floyd was in California for a gig. For the past three years, the band had been building a following with Syd Barrett on lead guitar and lead vocals, and Roger Waters on bass and secondary vocals. The band had just signed with EMI Records and were a few months into their tour of the U.S.
If you were around at this time, you might remember this tour, or at least saw Barrett with Pink Floyd on shows like Dick Clark and Pat Boone. Barrett was the guy who seemed totally disengaged during the interviews, sometimes just staring off into space when he was supposed to be talking. It wouldn’t be long before Barrett would leave Pink Floyd altogether.
But we’re not there yet! First, the night in question.
During the tour, Pink Floyd was booked to perform at the same venue in Los Angeles as the Alice Cooper Band (before Cooper went solo). Since Cooper‘s whole band lived in a house in Venice Beach, Pink Floyd decided to crash at their pad.
At this time, the Alice Cooper Band wasn’t doing so well. California just wasn’t that shocked by Cooper‘s brand of shock rock. Seems with the Hollywood way of life, there wasn’t much that would raise an eyebrow in those days. The band didn’t start gaining momentum until they relocated to Michigan in 1970.
While Pink Floyd was staying at their house, the Alice Cooper Band had an audition to play at a club in Hollywood. So they invited their guests to come along. And here’s where the story gets good… – Wendy
