my ball & chain
You may not know this. I don't post about it often or even really talk about it. It's like having a dirty little secret, something that as an adult, you think to yourself- why haven't I grown out of this? But whatever. You have these things and well, it just is was it is. And recently with a innocent little comment on a previous post and I had realized my commitment to my affliction had waned and I was HORRIFIED.
Horrified because my fasicnation is as strong as the day it started. Proof can be found in a day last month when I travelled to Seattle. I payed the $20 US entrance fee and went to the Experience Music Project. I spent awhile wandering around, politely looking at the exhibits, staving off my anticipation, waiting for a glimpse in the corner of my eye for a piece of pink feather to know it was there and then I would slowly take in the full view, enamored with every thrilling moment. Yes, the pink feather attached to a certain pink feather boa belonging to one and only, Janis Joplin.
Well I wandered around, and slowly began to feel duped. Stood up by a bad boyfriend. I asked a few staff, "where is the pink feather boa?" and was told "it's on the 3rd floor" "no I think it's on the walk of fame" "um, I'm not sure did you check the Jimi Hendrix exhibit?". I walked faster, determined to finally see it, the only reason I was really there. No luck. Finally I askked a staff member that was looking like an aging hippy. Surely he would know.
him: "Oh that. That's in storage."
me: "Great. Let's go to storage."
Anyway, today in my flu induced haze, I realized the wrong doing of my distracted life. A quick google search and I realized I had forgotten to pay tribute.
So.. A month late but not forgotten..
Janis Joplin passed away 36 years ago on October 4th.
Horrified because my fasicnation is as strong as the day it started. Proof can be found in a day last month when I travelled to Seattle. I payed the $20 US entrance fee and went to the Experience Music Project. I spent awhile wandering around, politely looking at the exhibits, staving off my anticipation, waiting for a glimpse in the corner of my eye for a piece of pink feather to know it was there and then I would slowly take in the full view, enamored with every thrilling moment. Yes, the pink feather attached to a certain pink feather boa belonging to one and only, Janis Joplin.
Well I wandered around, and slowly began to feel duped. Stood up by a bad boyfriend. I asked a few staff, "where is the pink feather boa?" and was told "it's on the 3rd floor" "no I think it's on the walk of fame" "um, I'm not sure did you check the Jimi Hendrix exhibit?". I walked faster, determined to finally see it, the only reason I was really there. No luck. Finally I askked a staff member that was looking like an aging hippy. Surely he would know.
him: "Oh that. That's in storage."
me: "Great. Let's go to storage."
Anyway, today in my flu induced haze, I realized the wrong doing of my distracted life. A quick google search and I realized I had forgotten to pay tribute.
So.. A month late but not forgotten..
Janis Joplin passed away 36 years ago on October 4th.
Posted by the girl at 5:22 PM
1 Comments:
I love Janis Joplin, she could really sing. well my reason for leaving this comment is that i wanted to ask if you know where i could find the name Pearl in her handwriting. because i want to get it for a tattoo on my wrist. its's personal life experience thing.
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