Forty years ago today, the world's greatest singer got stood up by her boyfriend and her girlfriend, shot up alone in her hotel room, and died of a heroin overdose at the age of 27.
RIP, Janis Joplin. I don't believe in heaven, but I like to think that somewhere, on some plane of existence, there's a band with Jimi Hendrix on guitar and you on vocals, and it's beautiful, and you never die.
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