”When I sing, I feel like, oh, when you’re first in love.”
- Janis Joplin
I love a good music bio. Reading about the creative process. The muse that drives it. The lifestyle which is unlike what most could ever imagine. The all encompassing adoration of the crowd. The heat of them. The comedown after a concert. The loneliness of life off the stage. In a nutshell, I live vicariously through these types of books.
I've read a few bios about Janis previously, and enjoyed them very much. I was both curious and surprised to find that a new one had hit the shelves last year.
What stood out for me (and what I don’t recall having heard before), is that Janis had a "revelation" as a teen when she read Jack Kerouac's "On The Road". It was an inspiration for her and she felt that Jack was a literary kindred spirit. She aspired to the lifestyle that he described in this book, and she longed to shake off the shackles of her life in Port Arthur, Texas. It amazed me to think that she read it when it was published in 1957. How is that for awesomeness? This book set the seed in her mind that there was a big world out there, and she wanted to explore it. To live it. Just like Jack & the Beat Writers did.
It was also interesting to find out that Janis was a voracious reader. She’d always have a paperback or two in her bag, alongside her ever faithful bottle of Southern Comfort.
Other than that, I can't say this book offered me any new insights to her story. And it didn't give me a sense of Janis as a person. Other books I’ve read brought her life and the vibe of the 60s alive to me. Like I could smell the patchouli in the air. This one didn't. There's too much micro detail about song setlists that she sang in coffee houses. Her phrasing technique when singing. Technical details that made my eyes glaze over. I didn’t feel the angst of her personality, her need to belong, how hard it was for her to fit in and her want to find herself an "old man" and settle down. It mentioned these themes many times, but I just didn't feel it. I know I keep saying “feel”, but for me reading is more of an emotional rather than academic experience. This read as being more encyclopedic rather than personal (which is what a bio should be).
I'd say this book is perhaps best for someone discovering Janis for the first time. Or maybe a die-hard stalwart who'll read everything they can about Pearl.
Despite the brash, sometimes gruff exterior, Janis was an emotional woman. A bit of a marshmallow. Again, though this is mentioned throughout the book, particularly how difficult her school & college years were due to people’s perceptions of her, I still only got a very superficial sense of Janis as a person. These are the things that led her to brawling, drinking, taking drugs. To give her confidence. To bring her contentment. But it was like this book was written about a fictional character, rather than a real, live woman, who hurt and brought so much depth and emotion through her music and with that amazing voice.
She was adored by many. Everybody loves a winner, and wants some of that magic to rub off on them. But all the adoration in the world doesn’t make up for not having someone special to share the good (and not so good) times. What Janis yearned for was to find herself an "old man" to settle down with. To be her partner in life. Despite a revolving door of lovers of both sexes, relationships and Janis were not the easiest mix.
”Ontstage I make love to twenty-five thousand people, then I go home alone.”
As with most that have so much talent, Janis had more than her share of demons. Which ultimately ended up leading to her sad demise. Her lonely death in a motel room was given over to a perfunctory paragraph. Almost like we were in a rush to the finish line to complete the book.
"Choosing alcohol and drugs as painkillers just made everything worse."
Days before her untimely death in 1970, Janis told a journalist "You are only as much as you settle for.". She was strong and unapologetic. Plenty of modern day starlets could learn a thing or two from her.
It blows my mind to think her voice and music is as vibrant and valid now - fifty years after recording - as they were then. In fact, this book got me listening to her music again. It always reminds me of a holiday where her music and The Doors were on constant rotation.
So dig out your old scratchy LPs, have your favourite tipple ready and sing along LOUD with Janis. Don't worry what the neighbours think (they might even join you). And you really need to check out her performance at the Monterey Pop Festival of ’67. Electric. The look on Mama Cass’s face watching her perform is priceless.
What this book really brought home for me is the ferocious talent Janis was, what a trailblazer. A feminist even...after all, rock'n'roll is still completely male dominated to this day, from the performers through to the music industry execs. But Janis was determined. She sailed her own ship and was fearless.
Most of all, Janis showed you can't help be anyone but yourself. She proved that beautifully, if tragically. Thanks aren't enough, but thanks for the music Janis. No-one can take that away.
Well researched, but not enough passion 3☆