Sunday night is... Janis Joplin, Summertime, Stockholm 1969

Short posts for now because I am marking and trying to write a long piece on the poetry of W G Sebald, having just finished the long piece on Hungarian photography, and written one short poem. But Joplin can sit in for me since it has been a sunny late autumnal kind of day and the way she sings it, ie beautifully, the song feels autumnal rather than summery.