What a shame it is to remember that the legendary “Queen of Psychedelic Soul,” Janis Joplin, was a mere 27-years-young when the music Gods took her from us on this day in 1970. But so the train ride went, barreling through heroin at an illicit speed. In a twisted way, that chase for a fix parallels what the woman could do to blues, injecting turn-of-phrases with so much depth and soul it intoxicated a generation.
In effect she pushed parlor and blues ballads traditionally contained within the african-american community right onto the dance floor of the rock arena. Not in theft. But rather, the next step. Without her, there would be no Adele. And while most of her genius was interpreting other people’s tunes, let’s spin the lead-off track from post-humous Pearl, “Move Over,” in all-Joplin songwriting credit homage, wailing about a troubled love, but woven into many more interpretations as her legacy rolls on:
You say that it’s over baby, Lord,
You say that it’s over now,
But still you hang around me, come on,
Won’t you move over