MUSIC: Joan Jett heats up the South Point pool

    Chewing gum and rocking out at the same time, Joan Jett oozed nonchalance, like Wonder Woman doing her laundry.
    Though she turns 50 next month, Jett dresses like a rock and roll superhero, rocking a black bikini top and pants so tight, it was as if she sprung from the womb with her legs smothered in leather.
    At the South Point pool on Wednesday, Jett looked pretty much the same as she did two decades ago, rolling her shoulders at the crowd, her tunes charged with so much sexual energy, you practically needed a cigarette after each one.
    In a way, it was kind of odd to see this punk icon, who’s the closest thing there’s ever been to a female Ramone, in such a tranquil setting, with palm trees swaying in the breeze and middle-aged dudes reclining in lounge chairs by the pool.
    And for her part, Jett seemed a little bemused by it all, wearing the snotty smirk of a kid stuck in detention, easing into her tunes at times instead of attacking them at times.
    Opening the show with a battery of hits (“Bad Reputation,” “Cherry Bomb,” “Light of Day,” “Do You Wanna Touch Me”), Jett
did her best to make a sweltering night that much hotter.    
    While she doesn’t discuss her sexuality much in interviews, she’s decidedly un-coy in her tunes, as songs like “Fetish,” “Naked” and “Androgynous” revel in the most broad-minded view of carnality imaginable. 
    The crowd was a mix of older, classic rock types who remember Jett as a staple of early ‘80s rock radio and younger punks with spiked hair who may have been turned on to Jett by some of her heirs, like the Donnas or Kathleen Hanna. 
    “Let’s be in it together,” Jett sang on a show-ending “A.C.D.C.,” and for a night, everyone pretty much was.