Janis Joplin was 27 years old when she died alone in room 105 of the Landmark Motor Hotel in Los Angeles on October 4, 1970. Her car, a wildly painted Porsche, sat outside like a symbol of the life people thought she was living. Color everywhere. Noise everywhere. Freedom everywhere. But inside that room, the woman who had screamed the blues like her heart was breaking had reached the quietest ending imaginable.
She had become one of the loudest female voices rock music had ever heard, yet loneliness kept following her like a shadow after every spotlight. The world saw the feathers, beads, wild hair, whiskey voice, and fearless stage moves. Janis felt the empty space after the crowd went home. That is why one line tied to her still hurts so much. “Onstage, I make love to twenty-five thousand people, and then I go home alone.”
That was Janis in one sentence. She could walk in front of thousands and make strangers feel chosen. She could bend one note until it sounded like hunger, heartbreak, rebellion, and prayer all at once. But when the stage lights cooled down, applause could not hold her hand.
Janis Lyn Joplin was born in Port Arthur, Texas, on January 19, 1943. She was bright, artistic, and different in a town that did not always know what to do with different. She loved blues singers like Bessie Smith and Big Mama Thornton, women who sang pain without making it pretty. Janis learned from them that a voice did not need to be polished to be powerful. It needed to be honest.
But honesty made her vulnerable. As a young woman, she was mocked for her looks, her ideas, her clothes, and her refusal to shrink. Before fame called her a genius, people called her strange. Before crowds begged for her, some classmates made her feel unwanted. That wound never fully left her. Fame covered it, but it did not cure it.
When she joined Big Brother and the Holding Company in San Francisco, Janis finally found a place where her wildness looked like magic. The Haight-Ashbury scene gave her color, music, and people who seemed to understand freedom. Then came Monterey Pop in 1967. She sang “Ball and Chain” with such raw force that even hardened music people looked stunned. A woman was not just singing. She was bleeding in public and making it beautiful.
One person watching her rise could have said, “This girl does not perform like she wants applause. She performs like she is trying to survive the next five minutes of her own life.” That is what made Janis impossible to ignore. She did not simply deliver songs. She threw herself into them.
With “Cheap Thrills” in 1968, she became a star. “Piece of My Heart” turned into an anthem for anyone who had loved too hard and received too little back. Later came Woodstock in 1969, then the Full Tilt Boogie Band, then the album “Pearl” in 1971, released after her death. “Me and Bobby McGee” gave her a posthumous number one hit, but Janis was not there to hear the world sing it back.
The saddest part is how badly she wanted to be loved as a person, not just worshipped as a performer. She once said, “Being an intellectual creates a lot of questions and no answers. You can fill your life up with ideas and still go home lonely.” That sounds less like a rock star quote and more like a private confession.
Janis had lovers, friends, fans, bandmates, and parties around her, but none of it erased the old ache. She could be funny, warm, generous, reckless, insecure, and electric in the same hour. She laughed loudly because silence scared her. She sang harder because ordinary talking could not carry what she felt.
Another voice from that world might have whispered, “Everybody wanted a piece of Janis Joplin, but not everybody understood that pieces were all she had left to give.” That was the cruel bargain of her fame. The more people loved her voice, the more they expected her pain to keep performing.
Janis Joplin did not become unforgettable because she was perfect. She became unforgettable because she sounded human when the world felt fake. Her loneliness did not defeat her music. It became part of the fire inside it.
Honestly, the most annoying thing about being human right now is knowing we already have the intelligence and resources to end world hunger, fight climate change, and cure cancer BUT greed and billionaires keep millions suffering instead.
The wasted human potential is heartbreaking.
Declaraciones de Jurgen Klopp a ZDF, sobre la reanudación del juego retrasada por el árbitro, durante el cooling break del México-Sudáfrica para que terminaran los comerciales de algunas cadenas de TV:
"Esto es el fútbol siendo tomado como rehén por ejecutivos en oficinas con aire acondicionado".
"Estos supuestos 'descansos por el calor' nos los vendieron como un escudo para el bienestar de los jugadores, una noble espada contra el calor. ¿Pero en realidad? No es más que una jaula dorada construida para patrocinadores. Cuando vi a los jugadores parados durante un descanso por calor mientras los tiempos de televisión dictaban el ritmo del partido, no pude evitar preguntarme: ¿a quién está sirviendo realmente la Copa del Mundo? ¿A los aficionados?, ¿A los jugadores?, ¿O a los anunciantes?".
"Un partido de la Copa del Mundo debería fluir como un río. En cambio, estamos construyendo presas en medio de él para que los comerciales puedan pasar. Eso es peligroso para el espíritu del juego. El fútbol alguna vez fue el evento principal, pero ahora corre el riesgo de convertirse en la música de fondo de un espectáculo publicitario. Nos dicen que estos descansos son por el bienestar de los jugadores, y por supuesto la salud de los jugadores importa. Pero cuando el juego empieza a doblar sus rodillas ante los tiempos de la televisión, la gente va a hacer preguntas. El balón se supone que es la estrella. No un descanso comercial".
"La Copa del Mundo es la catedral del fútbol. Sin embargo, a veces da la sensación de que la hemos convertido en un centro comercial donde la caja registradora recibe más respeto que el propio partido. Si este es el futuro, entonces el fútbol ya no está siendo interrumpido por los anuncios. El fútbol se está convirtiendo en la interrupción entre los anuncios".
The full UK State Pension is now worth around £12,548 a year. That's less than half the earnings of someone working full-time on the National Minimum Wage, despite many pensioners paying taxes and National Insurance for 40, 50 or even 60 years.
Yet every time the Treasury needs money, the same voices appear demanding the Triple Lock be scrapped.
Why?
State pension spending is forecast at around £154 billion this year, but that supports over 13 million pensioners, many of whom rely on it as their primary income. Meanwhile, billions continue to disappear into failed projects, government waste, bureaucracy, consultants, quangos and policies that deliver little value to ordinary taxpayers.
The Triple Lock isn't some gold-plated luxury. It exists because politicians allowed the State Pension to fall behind for decades. Even today, a full State Pension is barely above the poverty line and is nowhere near a typical working wage.
If politicians want to save money, start with waste, inefficiency and failed spending programmes.
Leave pensioners alone.
They worked, they paid in, they built this country and they deserve dignity in retirement, not another raid on their income.
The brilliant @Feargal_Sharkey sums it up
"The whole industry’s got to go. Absolutely, without exception"
Time to end the privatisation rip off diverting 1/3 OF YOUR WATER BILL into shareholder dividends and debt
Are you listening @DefraGovUK ?
https://t.co/s4lIJWp8O1
The moralising about @benstokes38 for the ‘crime’ of being out an hour past some childish midnight curfew (he’s 35!) after he’d led England to a victory, and there were ten days to the next Test, is absurd. By this yardstick, England would have had two players in the ‘80s.
There are credible allegations made against Donald Trump that he mutilated a child’s nipples while raping her.
Allegations so serious, his inner circle had to meet in the Situation Room to discuss them.
I mean, how the fuck isn’t this the biggest scandal in the world right now?
President Putin, the path to peace is clear. End this war. Withdraw Russian forces from Ukraine. Respect Ukraine's sovereignty and territorial integrity. Uphold international law.
I delivered the Nordic Statement on Ukraine at the #UNSC.
🚨𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍: Roman Molina provides a fresh update on Somali referee Omar Arteh;
🗣️ “Omar obtained a diplomatic passport and traveled directly, only to be stopped, questioned, and so on. They took his phone and tablet from him and haven't returned them to him yet, and he was deported from U.S. soil on a flight headed to Turkey.”
“FIFA issued a statement afterward saying ‘we cannot intervene in countries' immigration procedures,’ but in reality, FIFA did intervene in immigration procedures during the last World Cup in Qatar. But it seems like everything is measured with two different standards.”
“FIFA knows that the U.S. administration does whatever it wants, so we could have imagined they'd say to themselves: ‘Alright, let's play it safe and assign him to officiate matches in Mexico or Canada.’ But no, because FIFA is ruled by sheer incompetence.” 👀🥲
We've seen all your comments, read all your messages. We've been stopped in the street and stopped whilst walking the dog!
Is Bruno coming back, everyone asks.
You bet he is.
AFC Rushden & Diamonds are delighted to have fought off stiff competition to welcome Bruno Andrade back to the Club.
The Club's standout performer last season with 17 goals and even more assists, Bruno is back to light up Hayden Road once again in 2026/27, and we couldn't be happier to have him in white, red and blue once again.
Welcome home, Bruno! 💎
Ian Wright is an absolute hero for saying how we all feel about this World Cup…
“I've just read that the Somalian referee has been denied entry. Every few hours it's another story, another story about fans denied, players denied, officials denied, journalists denied, now refs," Wright said.
"You know something I'm laughing but it's not funny, it's actually not funny and something has to be said.
"The expensive tickets, the most expensive tickets ever, expensive accommodation, transport through the roof. It has to be said.
"Is this how the hosts behave really for the greatest game, the greatest tournament in the world, is this how the hosts behave?
"Are we not hearing more? Are we seeing how Qatar got dragged, are we not hearing more? Is this the spirit of football, really?
"You know who I feel for? I feel for the American fans who are desperate for this, American soccer fans who are desperate for this, how embarrassed they must be. How embarrassing for them this must be.
"This is the World Cup, this is a World Cup of chaos. Whoever wins this World Cup is going to have to go through some serious chaos to get this done.
"I hope we can do it, but something has to be said now. This is the World Cup."
Remembering our former manager Justin Edinburgh on the anniversary of his passing.
A fantastic man, missed by all.
The club sends our continuous support to Justin’s family and @JE3Foundation who continue his legacy. 💎
November 1971. Chiswick, West London.
Erin Pizzey is 32 years old. She is not a lawyer. Not a politician. Not a doctor.
She is a woman who talked Hounslow Council into lending her a cold, rundown building on Belmont Road — a former community hall — for almost nothing. Her original plan was modest. A warm room. A cup of tea. Somewhere for mothers with young children to simply get out of the house.
Then the door opened.
A woman stood in the entrance. She was covered, head to foot, in bruises. She was holding two small children. She was shaking.
She didn't want tea.
She needed somewhere to hide.
Erin let her in. She didn't turn her away. She didn't tell her to call the police.
Because Erin had already called the police. They told her the same thing they told every woman in Britain at the time: they could not enter a private home over a "domestic dispute." That was the law. The home was private. What happened inside it was a family matter.
When Erin contacted a female civil servant to report what she was seeing, the response was astonishing. The woman told her flatly: "There wasn't a problem of battered wives until you made one."
Erin put down the phone. Then she went back to her residents and made sure they were fed.
Within weeks, 40 mothers and children were sleeping in four tiny rooms. No funding. No staff. No legal authority.
She didn't stop.
By 1973, word had spread through quiet whisper networks — one woman telling another, "There is a place. Go to Chiswick. She won't turn you away." That same year, Erin hosted the first National Women's Aid Conference in the UK. Women from across Britain arrived, and they all recognized the same thing at once: what she had built needed to exist everywhere.
In 1974, the council set a maximum of 36 residents. At peak times, 150 women and children were living inside those walls — sleeping on floors, on chairs, in hallways. The building smelled of cooking, fear, and something else entirely: relief.
Erin was taken to court for overcrowding. She appealed all the way to the House of Lords.
She kept the doors open the entire time.
That same year, she wrote a book. Scream Quietly or the Neighbours Will Hear. It was the first published account of domestic violence in British history. It used real stories from real women inside the shelter. Overnight, a problem that had no official name was on front pages from London to New York.
The movement spread. Refuges opened across the UK. Then Australia. Then Canada. Then the United States. The pattern she created in four small rooms in West London — no blueprint, no permission, no funding — had been replicated in hundreds of shelters across the Western world.
MP Jack Ashley stood up in Parliament and said: "It was she who first identified the problem, who first recognised the seriousness of the situation and who first did something practical."
She was ranked 14th in a poll of the 100 women who shook the world. She was awarded the Italian Peace Prize. She received a CBE. The charity she founded — Chiswick Women's Aid, which became Refuge — grew into the largest domestic violence charity in the United Kingdom, with over 460 employees and an annual income of more than £33 million.
Erin Pizzey passed away on October 4, 2025, aged 86.
She never stopped.
It all began with one woman, one borrowed building, and an absolute refusal to say no.
Forty women and children showed up with nowhere to go.
She made room.
Share this if you believe one ordinary person, refusing to look away, can build a shelter that holds the whole world.
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The USA is subjecting all the players from African and poor Asian countries to sniffer dogs and drug searches when they arrive in the USA and random searches at any time.
All the White teams get a pass.
The USA is such a racist hellhole, even worse than in the 1960s.
When one of the most respected referees in world football is refused entry by the host nation, because they don't like his home country, the correct response of the other referees should be to boycott the tournament unless he is allowed to do his job. Sadly, that won't happen.
I tak jesteś najlepsza.
Wygrałaś najwięcej spotkań na tegorocznym Roland Garros.
Zagrałaś na turnieju 2x więcej godzin niż Twoja dzisiejsza przeciwniczka.
Jesteś pierwszą w historii kwalifikantką w finale Roland Garros.
Mogłaś być zmęczona.
Dziękujemy Maja ❤️