But for some odd reason, my heart aches when I get in the presence of a certain type of woman. Allow me to describe her: She’s homely, maybe even ugly, and maybe overweight and not a genius, and things aren’t working out, but she never gives up and always gives it her all.
To me, Janis Joplin was this kind of woman, so anytime I play her music I almost get weepy. It also creeps me out a little bit that she, Jimi Hendrix, and Jim Morrison all died when they were 27 years old. Janis was a sad, tortured, but extremely talented woman who died way before her time.
Her Masterpiece is Pearl (her nickname), of course. And she could sing anything: country like Kris Kristofferson’s “Me and Bobby McGee,” yuk songs like “Mercedes Benz,” and, of course, THE BLUES better than any woman except Billie Holiday.