I don’t remember the exact date, but sometime in April or May 1968 was the first time I heard a Janice Joplin song AND LIKED IT. Well, maybe liked is not the right word, but the song was PIECE OF MY MIND and it was USEFUL in timing the bursts on my .50 Caliber Machinegun.
I was a Track Commander with the 11th Armored Cavalry and we were on a Search and Destroy Operation somewhere in War Zone C, north of the Dong Nigh River. My driver had a portable radio tuned to the Armed Forces Network and they started playing that song just as we got into a firefight. That’s when I used the music to time my machine gun bursts. However, it wasn’t until many years later, and after I had long been out of the Army, when I bought a Janice Joplin Album with that song on it.
For those that may not remember or know, Janice Joplin was a famous Blues singer in the 1960’s and an Icon of the Hippy, Drug, and Anti-War Culture of that era. She and that culture were the antithesis of what I believed in, and was fighting for at the time. So, it is not surprising that I despised her and her music.
Although I did buy a Janice Joplin album, except for a few songs, I never listened to all of it until yesterday. I attended a Retiree’s conference in Cincinnati and drove by myself to and from. On the way home, I played the Joplin CDs and actually enjoyed several of the songs. Which brings me to the real reason for writing this and that is to comment, that if the songs she sang (some of which she wrote herself) are any indication, that lady crammed a lot of living into her short life of 27 years.
Some of the song titles are: Misery; Ball and Chain; I Need a Man to Love; One Night Stand, Get it While You Can; Try A Little Bit Harder; and Mercedes Benz, to name just a few of the 45 or so on the Album. She died of a Heroin overdose on October 4th, 1970.
This commentary is meant just to share the thoughts I had during a lonely drive and is not in any way intended to be an endorsement of Janice Joplin or her life style.
Grumpy



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