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Naturally, when Jett grants the RFT a five-minute phone interview, we assume she's amenable to discussing her reasons for performing at the festival, which, as everyone knows, commemorates the origins of the gay-rights movement. Big mistake. "Wow," she says flatly, sounding a little disgusted. "It's a gig. I don't really discriminate. We've been doing these shows for years, and I don't really look at it as any kind of anything. I really don't give it much thought." At this point, a rational person might assume that she'd rather not continue along this line of inquiry, but we bulldoze gamely forward, nattering on about her position as figurehead, the gay-rights cause, blah, blah, blah. Jett retains her composure, but her irritation is palpable: "You have to give me a moment, because it's early in the morning and I just woke up."
Holly, our contact at Blackheart Records, who's listening in on another line, jumps to the rescue: "Excuse me, but I don't think the record company really expected this to be tilted completely in that direction. You should probably redirect, because that would be easier for Joan; it's what she's more prepared for."
Finally taking the hint, we ask Jett whether she's working on a new record. She explains that she's been busy working on the off-Broadway production of the Rocky Horror Show for the past seven months but that she's also writing songs for a new album. She won't hazard a guess as to the release date, though: "Since we've been trying to get a new record out for five years now, I've stopped trying to predict that; every time I make a prediction, it doesn't come true. I'll just say it'll be out when we get it out."
Subsequent conversational gambits fall flat. When asked whether the oft-discussed Runaways retrospective is still in the works, Jett sounds cautious: "I'll just have to wait and see how things develop. Personally, the way I feel is, trying to recreate the Runaways, trying to make it happen 25 years after it did, will not work. I think if you didn't see it when it was happening, you should just read about it or listen to the records. Trying to recreate it or hoping for a reunion is really not the way to go." Asked whether today's climate is any more accepting of women in rock than it was during her tenure as a Runaway, Jett is adamant. "Not at all," she says. "Let's put it this way: Twenty-five years after the Runaways, I still don't see an all-girl rock band. You're not talking about the cover of Rolling Stone; you're not talking about mainstream. You're talking about underground, about alternative. People like to give lip service and pretend that they're evolved, and 'Yes, we think women are equal,' but in the realm of music, that's absolutely untrue -- unless you're doing pop music; then you're allowed to." A long, awkward silence ensues. "Can we just move on to the next question, please?" Jett asks, polite but clearly annoyed.
Whereupon we make the fatal error of mentioning Kim Fowley, notorious entertainment impresario and Runaways manager-cum-Svengali. "Wow," Joan exhales after an excruciating pause. "That's really not what I expected to talk about. I didn't realize I'd be doing an interview on the Runaways. I thought you just needed a few questions answered, and that would be it. I didn't realize you wanted an in-depth interview."
Holly breaks in again: "Maybe a few more questions, and we'll wrap it up."
"No," Joan says suddenly. "I'd like to answer the question. Kim Fowley didn't have anything to do with my persona. My persona is who I am. He did not create any of that. It's a big misconception, perpetuated by the fact that people want to believe that girls can't do anything. If they're women, of course someone had to help create the idea. If it's guys, you know, nobody even gives it a thought. It's a little irritating that it's even brought up, and the assumption is perpetuated just by the fact that you asked the question."
Ouch. The interview, which has been limping along for the past few minutes, seems, finally, to grind to a halt. Where to turn? She doesn't like talking about her forthcoming record or plans for the future; she doesn't like talking about her fascinating past. She doesn't want to answer the stereotypical questions everyone asks her (the ones listed on the "35 FAQ" list, forwarded by her record company along with the recommendation that we not ask her anything on the list); she doesn't want to answer questions she's not prepared for. For someone who claims she doesn't give a damn about her bad reputation, she sure as hell seems to expect the kid-glove treatment.