There aren’t words. I love this woman. My children will be in therapy because I insist on belting out ‘ME AND BOBBY MCGEE’ at least once daily and LOUDLY. Our dog is named Joplin, which has saved my sons from getting the name for themselves. Dog was first born, boys go by Jagger and Van (sense a theme?). I grew up listening to this music. I am eternally grateful for the soundtrack. So it’s no surprise that I love this…
There are: two movie stubs, a pack of cigarettes, an antique cigarette holder, several motel and hotel room keys, a box of Kleenex, a compact and various make up cases (in addition to a bunch of eyebrow pencils held together with a rubber band), an address book, dozens of bits of paper, business cards, match box covers with phone numbers written in near-legible barroom scrawls, guitar picks, a bottle of Southern Comfort (empty), a hip flask, an opened package of complementary macadamia nuts from American Airlines, cassettes of Johnny Cash and Otis Redding, gum, sunglasses, credit cards, aspirin, assorted pens and writing pad, a corkscrew, an alarm clock, a copy of Time, and two hefty books-Nancy Milford’s biography of Zelda Fitzgerald and Thomas Wolfe’s Look Homeward, Angel.”
And I’m also psyched to hear that Zooey Deschanel will be playing Joplin in the upcoming film Gospel According to Janis. She was gone way too soon, but she sure made a lot of (beautiful, raw, soulful and real) noise while she was here.