Special Guest Blogger: Janis Joplin

My lifestyle of a hard-partying '60s rock star was short lived, mostly because i was short lived and my doctor told me that i wouldn't reach 24 if i continued my drink and drugs lifestyle, but i proved him wrong, dying from an accidental heroin overdose aged 27, part of that exclusive 27 club and i was joined by Jimi Hendrix just 16 days later.
As well as the speed and heroin, i did love Southern Comfort and would take a fifth of the whiskey onto stage with me during performances and when i died i left $2500 in my will for my friends to throw a party for me with Southern Comfort for everyone to get as drunk as humanly possible.
I did spend a night in jail after performing for a rowdy crowd and police officers climbed onto the stage and asked me to help them quiet the crowd.
I refused and instead screamed obscenities at the cops who decided they actually didn’t really like being sworn at and arrested me in my dressing room.
I was an angry young lady but musicians should be angry and spitting venom at injustices and if you dip out and return a decade later, they should still be just as angry and still looking for targets to aim their barbs at. Nobody wants that song that made you go 'Hell Yeah' to turn up telling you to buy a Mercedes-Benz or something.
If there is there's one thing us sweaty, hippies hate, it's consumerism and doing things for profit but i understand that choosing the right song for your commercial is a delicate process. You need to find a tune that gets the viewers' attention or sets the proper mood, conveys the intended message, and convinces everyone that they need to buy your product immediately or alternatively, you could just choose a song that mentions your product which is probably what happened with my song turning up on that car advert.
As the song was about how pointless and depressing rampant consumerism is, especially crappy expensive cars, the Mercedes-Benz executives just thought "Hey, she mentioned us! Let's use it!"
Maybe the message is to not look too deeply into the lyrics of the songs we are singing, to recognise that it is just a song with a bunch of words strung together but it was as if half a million hippies gathering for Woodstock and letting their private parts flap all over the marijuana covered mud was all for nothing.