Janis: Little Girl Blue Movie CLIP - Snooky Flowers (2015) - Janis Joplin Documentary HD

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Janis: Little Girl Blue Movie CLIP - Snooky Flowers (2015) - Janis Joplin Documentary HD
Musician Cat Power narrates this documentary on Janis Joplin's evolution into a star from letters that Joplin wrote over the years to her friends, family, and collaborators.
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[@davidtodd5099]

THE original and the best. Her influence on her generation has been seriously underestimated. I cry at times when I listen to her pain but mostly I get chills when I feel the passion in her soul.

[@anastasjawillow8501]

I love the soul, specially beautiful tortured ones, because so often that are the true ones. So I m definetly in love with Janis...

[@rw5004]

what is the name of the song that intros this clip?

[@iguessimryan]

its called maybe

[@vijaywathore5482]

ɷ I Haveeee Watcheddd Thisss Movie Leakedd Versionnnn Hereee : - t.co/EQMyZQlo5e

[@tonyajohnson1059]

I love Janis because ...she dared to be herself. That is a vulnerable stand to take. She laid it all out raw...Put her every emotion into every note.. This is me.. Janis.. Like it or hate it!

[@ardalla535]

Great band, eh? This is from Rolling Stone, Nov '69.
"Snooky Flowers plays the worst baritone saxophone solo I have ever heard, discounting only a handful of amateur performers at jam sessions in people’s garages. The tenor sax solo, while empty, is somewhat less embarrassing. The trumpet solo consists mainly of excruciating pauses where he was hung for ideas that never, alas, came. Then comes a big chug-CHUG-CHUG buildup to Janis’ vocal, reminiscent of those fine, socking arrangements behind Otis Redding - except that Janis’ band falls completely on its face. The big buildup is a huge, fumbling let-down, and only a massive effort of will on Janis’ part manages to make the track in any way listenable. (The way it’s recorded, her voice is buried in among the horns, so that, at times, it sounds like a grotesque duel between her and Flowers’ ugly, snorting horn.)"
The review of the entire album is a laugh-fest.