Sunday, August 29/2021@09:02-SUMMERTIME, IT more than precisely STILL IS, and THEN SOME!!! OUR GREAT ROCK SINGER OF YESTER YEAR, AND more tan precisely MY TEXAS BABY DOLL…Miss Janis JOPLIN…SINGS THIS SONG, AS NO OTHER, and THEN SOME!!! ONE GREAT LADY; WHOM KNEW HOW TO BELT THEM OUT!!! THIS IS ONE EXCELLENT TUNE-SONG; AND ONE EXCELLENT STILL-SHOTS…SOMEWHAT VIEDO, OF THE WORLD’S GREATES FEMALE SINGER…ROCK…Miss Janis BABY DOLL-JOPLIN, a PORT ARTHUR, TEXAS, U.S.A., GIRL…WHOM more than precisely HIT THE ROAD, AND GOT OUT OF TOWN…PORT ARTHUR..I HOPE I GOT Y’ALL LAUGHING BABY DOLL Miss Janis JOPLIN, AND WENT TO THE BIG CITY LIGHTS-NIGHTS…CALIFORNIA, U.S.A. Janis JOPLIN; was IN MY EYES…THE BEST FEMALE-LADY VOCALIST, IN THE WORLD…and WHEN Miss Janis was COMING INTO CANADA-FOR A CONCERT in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, ONE TIME IN THE 1960’S; A CANADIAN CUSTOMS OFFICER…WANTED TO CHECK Miss Janis’ KOTEX DEPARTMENT…AND Miss Janis JPOLIN RECITED…Y’ALL STUPID CANADIAN YANKEE MUTHERFUCKERS=MUST BE FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD, and THEN SOME!!! I READ THIS IN a Biography Book, on Miss Janis JOPLIN…=WAY TO GO BABY DOLL Miss Janis JOPLIN…SOME OF THEM CANADIAN WEIRDOS, ARE FAR OUT OF OUR AMERICAN WORLD Miss Janis JOPLIN!!!
R.I.P., Miss Janis BABY DOLL JOPLIN, LOVE Y’ALL-BABY DOLL.Miss Janis JOPLIN XOXOXO…YOU WERE THE BEST!!!
Killick Vison…Brian CANUCK -THE BREEZE Murza, ON THE ROAD IN TEXAS, U.S.A., AND IN AMERICA, AND YES…SOMETIMES IN THE=SUMMERTIME; 1979-1980-1981-SOUTHWEST U.S.A., CALIFORNIA, ETC., 1983-1985-1986-1998 TO 2002, from Mount Hope, Ontario, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
Janis had a voice in tune with the angels and demons. Her Pretty Little Demons must have been beyond pretty, gorgeous even, much like mine. And I’m not saying I’m gorgeous here; it’s just my demons are.
So, today’s song is “Summertime”. The mood in this song is so melancholy and yet the lyrics have a mixed tinge of humor and sadness, of sarcasm and anger, of positive and negative thougths battling between this girl from a rich dad and gorgeous mom. A girl who will someday fly. I love that thought as trite as it may seem. Will she fly as an angel in death? Or will she do great things in her life? It’s up in the air.
It’s like the essence of the song describes my childhood, my youth.
I know all about having a gorgeous mom, about melancholy and being mixed up with ambivalence, confusion and ambiguity. But my…
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