Favorite Musicians
JANIS
JANIS LYN JOPLIN
Born January 19,1943 in St. Mary's Hospital- Port Arthur,
Texas,USA, to parents Seth and Dorothy.She died October
4,1970 in Los Angeles,California.
May her memory live in our hearts forever!
This page is dedicated to the life and memory of Janis
Joplin.
I have always wondered where Janis would be now.What would
she be like?What would her 90's music be like?It makes me
sad to think that she chose the path to self-destruction.I
sincerely believe that Janis would be one of the Great
performers today!
Maybe it was the lack of love in her life. Not that she
didn't want love. She craved it, more than anything,I
believe. And that is the heart of her music. The desire to
be loved completely,as we all do. Such passion,,and
love,,and pain. That proud Texan attitude showed through
some in her music,,,,'some'. It mostly melted away into
the
deep blues.
Janis was actually loved by many,,fans loved her,,but more
personally the band members of Big Brother and the Holding
Co. and The Full Tilt Boogie Band(I'm sure everyone who
played music with her).They were great friends!And I am
sure that they still miss her deeply. If only she could
have realized the love that was there for her.You really
have to be genuine friends before you can be true lovers.
Janis had genuine friends,whether she knew it or not. But
,
Janis felt very lonely and soon became a heroine addict,
and died well before her time of an overdose.
In the glorious summer of '65, a couple of college boys
squatted on Venice Beach and plotted to take over the
western world. "Let's swim to the moon," one of them sang.
"Let's start a band," said the other. And the Doors were
born.
These four guys began the usual garage band modus
operandi,
but with this difference: Jim Morrison's songs. Eros,
life,
death. The abyss. The other side. Not exactly Mrs. Brown
you've got a lovely daughter.
But Robby Krieger had something to say, too. One day, he
told the others: "The time to hesitate is through. C'mon
baby, light my fire." Behold, the Doors signature tune.
The
radio stations picked up on it, the album The Doors became
a best seller, and the summer of '67 melted into the
summer
of flames.
For the next couple of years, the Door pillaged and
plundered the critics and teenyboppers alike. Hit records.
Sell-out crowds. Vogue photo-sessions. Ed Sullivan. While
the band experienced creative differences and a fight or
two (at one point, drummer John Densmore even threatened
to
quit), it seemed that the Doors could do no wrong.
Until that steamy night in '69. Miami. Jim's waterloo. The
ivory shaft. Did he or didn't he? To this day, no one
knows
for sure. Tours evaporated overnight. What shows remained
had to contend with a "fuck clause," designed to protect
concert goers and the ancestors of the Christian
Coalition.
But the Doors, and Jim, were unstoppable. They made two
more albums, and Jim wrote reams of poetry. The Doors were
back.
Then the Lizard King heard the whisper of Paris, city of
light. Hoping for artistic inspiration and a relief from
media woes, he fled to France. But he took his demons with
him and met his end on July 3, 1971.
This is the end, beautiful friend.
But it's not really. There's a revival goin' on, and it
all
started with the epic horror-flick Apocalypse Now back in
'79. Hot on the heels of that came Doors' bio No One Here
Gets Out Alive, designed to provoke, titillate, and most
of
all, remind us of the incredible man who told us to break
on through. Even Hollywood mogul Oliver Stone got into the
act, blasting out his twisted version of the Lizard King.
Discerning fans can pick and choose what they want to
believe, but the important thing is this: The Doors sang
about things that matter. And we're still listening.
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