August 18 2014 @ 8:09 am
"Janis was, for the most part, oblivious to their rays, because she carried around a private world into which she could retire. Amid all the indigestible flux of these places, she would plump herself down, as ripe as a pear in August, singing snatches of old songs to herself - personal incantations to ward off the environment, a bane against accumulated apprehensions. Usually they were not the kind of things she'd sing on stage - Merle Haggard, old Bessie Smith numbers..."
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