I Love Rock N Roll
"I Love Rock 'n' Roll" is a rock song written in 1975 by Alan Merrill and Jake Hooker of Arrows, who recorded the first released version. The song was later made famous by the hit version by Joan Jett & The Blackhearts in 1981. Alan Merrill has been playing the song recently live in England, Europe, Japan and most often in his home town New York City.
The song was originally recorded and released by Arrows in 1975 on RAK Records, with lead vocals by Merrill and produced by Mickie Most. In an interview with Songfacts, Merrill said he wrote it as "a knee-jerk response to The Rolling Stones' 'It's Only Rock 'n Roll (But I Like It)'.". This version was first released as a B-side, but was soon re-recorded and flipped to A-side status on a subsequent pressing of the record. Although not a chart hit in its original version as a result of nonexistent promotion by the band's label, the song has come to worldwide prominence due to very successful cover versions.
Read more about I Love Rock N Roll: Joan Jett Version, Britney Spears Version, Alex Gaudino and Jason Rooney Version, Other Cover Versions
Famous quotes containing the words love, rock and/or roll:
“Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.”
—William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)
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““Courage!” he said, and pointed toward the land,
“This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.”
In the afternoon they came unto a land
In which it seemed always afternoon.”
—Alfred Tennyson (1809–1892)