Janis is one of the best blues and soul singers the music business has ever known and you can now proudly display her! Janis has some nice touches: bangles of different size and shapes on each of her wrists, beaded jewelry hanging from her neck, and removable sunglasses and hat. She also comes with a microphone stand and a detachable microphone. Then there’s the base/diorama: the peace sign, mushrooms all around, a tie-dye-ish sunset.
Janis also appears to have suffered from self-hatred and drowned her sorrows with alcohol, eventually dying choking on her own vomit while intoxicated. She lived the heights and depths of human achievement and human frailty: bullying by the frat boys (they voted her the ugliest man on campus), addiction, despair, and an early passage to the Beyond.
“The erotic quivers which shook [Janis’] frame when she sang told the audience she was enjoying every minute of it. When questioned about her singing..she said, ‘Maybe I won't last as long as other singers, but I think you can destroy your now worrying about tomorrow.’” -COLUMBIA DAILY SPECTATOR
Janis poured every bit of herself into her performances, living fully in the moment.
When she wasn’t singing was likely the worst days and hours of her life. Then she was not burning in the passion of the music, but burning in her hunger to feel alive as she did when performing. Perhaps it was the only thing that truly gave her peace, and when not singing she was lost in her wounds, her self-hatred, the mysogyny she so often encountered, some say even from her own band. It is possible she wanted to drown herself in her off-stage life, disappear, go numb, turn off all the emotions and memories that plagued her. Perhaps performing was like being in the eye of the dream-time that aboriginals speak about: where the soul of the world is alive and moving and evolving and it is incredible to be there making music, making sounds from that place and letting it course through your body and being.
Eduardo & Bonnie Duran, in their book, NATIVE AMERICAN POSTCOLONIAL PSYCHOLOGY, speak to this: that chemical dependency treatment with Native Americans can not be successful if they don’t find their own way back to that place of dream-time, the living soul, and, that their drinking and drowning is grief for having sustained the loss of that place, largely due to hundreds of years of torment and loss due to their encounters with an “advanced society.” There was no Prime Directive honored in those days, at least not the one from Star Trek.
Duran & Duran state that: “What is not recognized is that alcohol use and even suicide may be functional behavioral adaptations within a hostile and hopeless social context.” It may have been so with Janis Joplin as well.
Janis is one of the best blues and soul singers the music business has ever known and you can now proudly display her! Janis has some nice touches: bangles of different size and shapes on each of her wrists, beaded jewelry hanging from her neck, and removable sunglasses and hat. She also comes with a microphone stand and a detachable microphone. Then there’s the base/diorama: the peace sign, mushrooms all around, a tie-dye-ish sunset.
Janis also appears to have suffered from self-hatred and drowned her sorrows with alcohol, eventually dying choking on her own vomit while intoxicated. She lived the heights and depths of human achievement and human frailty: bullying by the frat boys (they voted her the ugliest man on campus), addiction, despair, and an early passage to the Beyond.
“The erotic quivers which shook [Janis’] frame when she sang told the audience she was enjoying every minute of it. When questioned about her singing..she said, ‘Maybe I won't last as long as other singers, but I think you can destroy your now worrying about tomorrow.’” -COLUMBIA DAILY SPECTATOR
Janis poured every bit of herself into her performances, living fully in the moment.
When she wasn’t singing was likely the worst days and hours of her life. Then she was not burning in the passion of the music, but burning in her hunger to feel alive as she did when performing. Perhaps it was the only thing that truly gave her peace, and when not singing she was lost in her wounds, her self-hatred, the mysogyny she so often encountered, some say even from her own band. It is possible she wanted to drown herself in her off-stage life, disappear, go numb, turn off all the emotions and memories that plagued her. Perhaps performing was like being in the eye of the dream-time that aboriginals speak about: where the soul of the world is alive and moving and evolving and it is incredible to be there making music, making sounds from that place and letting it course through your body and being.
Eduardo & Bonnie Duran, in their book, NATIVE AMERICAN POSTCOLONIAL PSYCHOLOGY, speak to this: that chemical dependency treatment with Native Americans can not be successful if they don’t find their own way back to that place of dream-time, the living soul, and, that their drinking and drowning is grief for having sustained the loss of that place, largely due to hundreds of years of torment and loss due to their encounters with an “advanced society.” There was no Prime Directive honored in those days, at least not the one from Star Trek.
Duran & Duran state that: “What is not recognized is that alcohol use and even suicide may be functional behavioral adaptations within a hostile and hopeless social context.” It may have been so with Janis Joplin as well.
