A vast library of music is stored on my computer and I’m listening right now to a carefully selected list of semi-country songs of bands that sprang up out of the Hippie Revolution from the folk music protest songs that themselves were a reaction to the Vietnam War.
From the Kingston Trio to Peter, Paul and Mary, the songs changed and progressed and then Bob Dylan came along, and suddenly Janice Joplin and the Kozmic Blues, Jefferson Airplane, Grateful Dead, Led Zeppelin, Doors of Perception, Quicksilver Messenger Service, all Live at the Fillmore, San Francisco.
Giants of music who rose to fame, some much higher than others but all were Greats. A few yet live, most passed on years ago. Janice Joplin, that tiny person with the giant voice, had a genetic disease and chose her own way out instead.
Old music now that you never hear anymore, except maybe a Beatles song on the radio sometimes. Which is why I keep it on my computer. The longer you live, the more memories you have, and my best ones are all connected to the music I love.
Janice Joplin had which a genetic disease?
I saw her on a TV talk show with someone, don’t remember who, and she said she had an inherited disease. Not sure if she said which one or not, too many years ago. Anyway, the other person was asking her about her wild life style and drug use, and she said then that it would probably kill her but the disease was going to anyway and she wanted to live all she could before it did. That’s all I know, maybe Google can tell you more or maybe she was just bullshitting. But she did say she didn’t expect to live much longer. She was right, she didn’t.