Gave us a little piece of her heart

“Janis Joplin walked into a San Francisco bar one night in 1967, unassuming, wearing her signature round glasses, wild curls framing her face. She had no grand entrance. No one recognized her yet. Then, she stepped onto the stage, grabbed the microphone, and as soon as her voice sliced the air, the entire room fell silent. A raspy, soul-wrenching wail filled the space, cutting through the chatter and clinking glasses. Raw, untamed, and electric. A moment later, people were on their feet, some crying, others frozen. Janis didn’t just sing. She bled into her songs. That night, she left the stage with a new reputation: the woman who could silence a room with her pain. Born in Port Arthur, Texas, she grew up feeling like an outcast. She loved the blues: Bessie Smith, Lead Belly, Ma Rainey, when most girls her age were listening to pop hits. In high school, she was bullied for her looks, called cruel names, and she struggled to fit in. By the time she was a teenager, she h...