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.

janis joplin, originally uploaded by maría::rock your soul.