(the Rev) Vince delurked long enough to testify: >At Janis' concert at Ravinia (Chicago), August 1970, a group called Male >Groupies For Janis Joplin made an appearance. Had I not been tear gassed the >prior week by Chicago's finest at a Sly and the Family attempted concert, I >would have joined them.
Was Male Groupies For Janis Joplin truly a bunch of virile young studs or a bunch of geeks with rampant hormones? (By 1970 I'd made that progression from rampant-hormonally crippled geek to virile young stud. Something to do with that acid trip after I'd bought my "lizard skin boots" and coming down declared that I had "lizard king feet".) >Of course I have forever regretted not going to see Janis anyway; I told my >best friend we'd see her "next time" since we were both still recovering from >the tear gassing (and glad we escaped the billy clubs). Of course there never >was a "next time." We did see Love, Janis in 1999 together as our closest >thing we could do to "next time." The best I could do was keep Janis's "Not a Bead" poster on my wall. That was several generations ago. When I picked up the JANIS CD anthology a few years ago my dear wife gasped at the photo on the front: "She's topless!" I've always cherished that photo and its cousins as Janis's gifts to those who weren't able to know her in the flesh, so to speak. Gil
