Happy 55th Anniversary to Janis Joplin’s second & final studio album Pearl, originally released January 11, 1971.
Janis Joplin’s Pearl isn’t just a relic of the past, but rather a vibrant piece that still resonates with people of a certain age (like myself) and evokes more than just nostalgia. The album is a gut punch, a wild and soulful sonic snapshot of a woman who embraced every moment of her 27 years. Joplin died on October 4, 1970, less than a month after Jimi Hendrix passed, and three months before Pearl’s release. It serves as the last word from a voice that never really got enough time to reach the apex of her talent.
The album is inextricably linked to the tumultuous period from 1967 to 1970. This period was marked by the deaths of Otis Redding and the previously mentioned Hendrix. Joplin, like Redding, arguably received her greatest commercial success for her posthumously released LPs. Pearl’s significance lies in how accurately it mirrored the life that Joplin led. It’s a significant part of why her voice still echoes long after her death.
After Joplin’s initial success with Big Brother and the Holding Company, creative tensions soon surfaced within the group. Joplin sought a more diverse musical expression, feeling the band’s psychedelic rock roots were too restrictive. After a conversation with Jefferson Airplane’s Marty Balin and the Grateful Dead’s Jerry Garcia, she decided to strike out on her own, chasing a sound and direction where she could call the shots.
That breakup hit Joplin hard, but it pushed her in a new direction. Her solo debut I Got Dem Ol’ Kozmic Blues Again Mama!, was a collaboration with the Kozmic Blues Band, which got a lukewarm reception from the critics. Her vocal performance and shift towards blues and soul wasn’t the issue for many of them. They felt the Kozmic Blues Band did not serve Joplin well. Rolling Stone writer John Burks wrote this brutal takedown of the group: “Janis herself has never sounded better on record, but it took me four full listenings to the LP before I could hear her. That’s how bad her band is. When (and if) you get hold of this record, my suggestion is that you listen really hard to how awful the backup is—everything from the arrangements to the level of musicianship. Those sons of bitches can’t do anything really right. The only answer is to get super-familiar with what they’re doing so you can ignore it. And then dig Janis.”
Listen to the Album:
For Pearl, Joplin brought in the Full Tilt Boogie Band, and this time, it clicked. The sound was sharper, more flexible. She also recruited Paul A. Rothchild, who’d produced five Doors albums, to help shape things. Matt Melis from Consequence.net nailed it: Rothchild “knew that the excitement of Joplin’s live performance could be tapped into without settling for lower-quality recordings.” It’s hard not to drift off into all those “what ifs”—if Joplin had lived, if she’d kept working with Full Tilt. They weren’t just another backup band; they lifted her up, let her run wild.
Here are some of the standout tracks from Pearl:
“Move Over” is a solid opener that says many things at once. Joplin confidently asserts her authority with a tale about her frustrations with uncommitted lovers. It is a clever metaphor, perfectly capturing the highs and lows of her personal and professional journey.
Joplin’s rendition of “Cry Baby” (originally sung by Garnet Mimms and the Enchanters) powerfully displays her dynamic vocal range with raw emotion. She moves back and forth effortlessly between a vulnerable tenderness and impassioned pleas that will shake you to your core.
Then there’s “Me and Bobby McGee.” Kris Kristofferson and Fred Foster wrote it, but Joplin made it hers. That line—“Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose”—pretty much sums up how she saw the world.
“Mercedes Benz,” “Trust Me,” and “Get It While You Can” are all standouts too, but “Buried Alive in the Blues” hits differently. It’s the only instrumental on the album, and knowing Joplin died before she could record her vocals gives it a whole other layer of heartbreak.
Thinking about Pearl—and about Joplin herself—I can’t help but remember something I wrote about Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On(1971). There’s a certain fragility to genius, especially when someone manages to turn their pain into something everyone else can feel. Pearl still echoes all these years later, not just because of Joplin’s talent, but because it’s a testament to how tough—and how fragile—the human spirit can be.
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