What is wrong with everyone?
I remember seeing her on a video, live, when I was in my early teens. I was transfixed. I'm not sure why - probably because someone I liked said she was brilliant. I was easily led.
Hi QuinkieYour instincts are fine. She WAS brilliant - also elegant.xxxPants
Wonderful.....saw the film 'The Rose' said to be her life story,sat through it twice in one sitting.I understand they are no making another one .........stunning.Thank you for bringing this back to me.
Hi Lavender BlueThere's a fantastic book about her called 'Buried Alive' by Myra Friedman. You can't go past the Monterey Pop Festival movie for live footage but her records are the best legacy. Can't understand why there's been no big revival - you heard that here first btw.xxxPants
Now that's a cracking motor. Not just cool - air cooled. A real Porsche, with the aforementioned engine and floor-hinged pedals. Superb. Janis - well I have an axe to grind over Bobbie McGee, as I was forced to sing it at school assembly, but she didn't write it, in her defence.
Hi PumpieNo, your figure of hate would of course be Kris Kristofferson. How on earth did you end up singing Me and Bobby McGee at school assembly? Don't answer that.Janis knew cars. I'd like to think she'd be at the top of the the TG leader board if she were racing today.
Hah! Janis on Top Gear. That's a gas, even as a thought experiment.
Hi PhilYes - it's a lovely thought. Think what else she might have done had she lived - hosted 'What not to wear?' (Boas go with EVERYTHING!). Been on Celebrity Big Brother with Jim Morrison and Jimi Hendrix? (Big Brother we need some scag in here maaannn, and bring me a coupla bottles Southern Comfort while you're about it!) Or perhaps she could be on The X-Factor and have Simon Cowell raise his famous eyebrow - 'That wasn't singing that was SHOUTING.'xxxPants
I loved her voice so much I think there was a time I almost wanted to be her. Did you see the documentary where she went back to a high school reunion and everyone just stood around, not friendly, and stared at her? She was everything a prom queen would never have been.
Hi SignsYes - I've seen the 'homecoming' film. She seemed to have a strong sense of injustice about how she'd been treated - rightly so. Not much has changed in last forty years. Women are still expected to conform to a popular image of beauty and deportment. We should all BE Janis Joplin. That would show em, eh?xxxPants
My lawyer had a porsche, an old one, and he got my MG as well, to pay his fee. "You can't drive a car around in prison, can you." That's what he said, and yes, he was right, but I got three months anyway. True. Some of these pommy birds won't publish my comments, and yet I'm an enormous hit here in Australia -especially with large women, I don't know why. Maybe they've given up; distracted by stupidity, if you can't lose weight you may as well laugh.
Hi RHShame about the MG. You could buy a whole law firm with one now.Re comments and rejection - I think you know where you should draw the line but you can be quite risque sometimes so it doesn't surprise me that you occasionally hit the electric fence. Re your attractiveness to large women - I can only imagine. Stick with it because whatever you're doing is getting results!xxxPants
RH: be relieved. MG's are a liability so he saved you money in the not-very-long run. Pants the school to which I referred was a very straight, almost entirely WASP, middle class New Zealand Primary school. No moral relativism or human rights in those days. But this was also New Zealand in the late 70s-mid 80s so they were a shade naive. As well as Me & Bobbi Magee, we had Puff the Magic Dragon (and no, not even 'little Jackie Paper' aroused suspicion) and 'Windmills of Your Mind' which even at the time I thought was slightly psychodelic.
Well pardon me but when women reach forty they go risque, absolute devils! Or that's what I thought. Well I base it on listening in to a few chook sessions: and wooh!- what cackle! Saucy? Hell, if their husbands knew what was going on they'd die of heart attacks.
Hi RHClearly, I'm on some gender C Road - as this broiler party has completely passed me by.Hi PumpieThat puts it all into perspective. You should really have been getting Joy Division and Siouxsie and the Banshees with a little Gang of Four thrown in for political context. What a missed opportunity.xxxPants
The only MG trouble I ever had was envy from other people. The day I brought it home a kid across the street rushed over straightaway to inform me I'd bought a lemon, when he didn't know a damn thing about the car. It was a '62 MGA, silver duco, red uphoholstery, and the only real trouble I did have was when my flatmate held a garage sale while I was at the football one Saturday and inadvertantly sold the spare wheel. Getting that car taught me that your life can turn around very suddenly. A year earlier I'd been living in a homeless shelter in Sydney, and one day watched a pair of toffs: one in an MGA, the other in an XKE, dragging off along a narrow street near the harbour. I was resigned to thinking that sort of grandeur was for other people. But it's not, you can do it.
When we were at university, my best friend had a white MG midget and I had a red Honda 600. We used to do the same thing.xxxPants
It's an oil and petrol smell, and sports monsters lined up there for sale on a concrete floor; it's overwhelming.
YesThe Honda smelt very oily as I recall. It had a motorbike engine and a big chain.xxxPants
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