Joan would leave semi-empty cans of Coke everywhere around her house
Once we put a whole case of Coke cans into her dryer as a gag
Joan introduced me to The Sparks with Kimono My House
Once she lit her hair on fire with one of those pear shaped, cheapo restaurant candles
Joan was the smartest, yet unpretentious person I knew in high school
Joan called us theatre fags but yet still hung around us
Once she kept playing Mexican Radio by Wall of Voodoo when the acid started to kick in
Once she complained that she was being treated by us like “one of the guys”
Joan dressed the way she wanted
Once we made fun of her when she got a boyfriend
Joan’s mom was cool
The last time I saw Joan was when I told her I was gay. She lit a cigarette and said “So?”
8 thoughts on “Joan”
Yeah! I love that whole album, and their subsequent bizzare career, thanks to Joan.
Kimono my house, cool!
Joan?
YOU’RE ALIVE!!!!!
I did not, for the record, say “so?”
I said, I think, something along the lines of “Duh….”
I don’t remember Mexian Radio, but I do remember trying to explain to you that Jimmy Page was in the room and had actually anticipated my mindset and was speaking to me through his music. Hmmm, funny how memories can shift slightly.
Ted made me the most beautiful “eat shit and die” tshirt, oh I wish I still had it!
Ted, you made highschool bearable; you and Hal and the other “theatre fags”. I wanted to be a theatre fag.
You and Sharkboy must come visit me in NS.
Merry Xmas, Happy New Year,
Joan
My favourite Joan is Joan Cusack. But your Joan sounds like she could be a close second.
Your Joan is my Cosima (Cozzie).
SHE SMOKED???????
We need more Joans in the world…