In March 1969, Janice Joplain performed on the biggest television show in America. When it was over, she walked toward the host. He refused to shake her hand, The 4B Wolf. 17 months later, she walked onto a different stage on a different network toward a different host.
He stood up, smiled, and greeted the wildest woman in rock and roll with four words nobody expected. Very nice to see you, my little songbird. Two television hosts, two Americas, one woman caught between them. You know that feeling when you walk into a room and you can tell instantly who actually sees you and who is just tolerating you? Janice Joplain lived her whole life reading rooms like that.
And no two rooms told her more than these two studios. Two months after that second host called her his song bird, she was dead. and what he said about her 46 years later is the part of this story nobody talks about. Let’s start with the man who refused the handshake. Ed Sullivan was not just a television host in 1969.
He was the gatekeeper of American entertainment. For over 20 years, his Sunday night variety show on CBS decided what the American family was allowed to see. He introduced Elvis Presley to the nation, filmed from the waist up. He introduced the Beatles after making sure their hair was discussed in advance. He was famously stiff, famously formal, famously stone-faced, and famously in control of every single thing that happened on his stage.
In March 1969, Janice Joplain walked onto that stage with the Cosmic Blues Band. She was everything his show was built to filter out. the hair, the feathers, the voice that didn’t perform emotion but detonated it. She sang the way she always sang, like the building was on fire, and the song was the only way out.
And when it was over, according to the accounts of that night, Ed Sullivan refused to shake her hand. Think about what that hand had already been through. Port Arthur laughed at it. A fraternity voted its owner ugliest man on campus. And now the most powerful man in American television would not touch it. She filed it away.
She always filed it away. But here is what makes this story worth telling. At that exact moment, across town, there was another host, a small, witty man from Nebraska. And he was about to become something no one else in mainstream America was willing to be. Her safe place. Dick Cavitt should not have worked with Janice Joplain.
On paper, he was everything she had escaped. Yale educated, bow tie adjacent, a word nerd who traded Groucho Marks letters and quoted poetry. The critics called him the thinking man’s talk show host. He was, by his own cheerful admission, a square. She first came to his show in 1968 with Big Brother and the Holding Company.
And something happened on that couch that did not happen anywhere else on American television. He didn’t treat her like an act. He didn’t treat her like a curiosity or a warning to parents or a circus animal from San Francisco. He leaned in. He listened. He let her be funny. And she was devastatingly funny. He let her be smart.
And she was smarter than half the authors who sat on that couch. She noticed. Of course she noticed. A woman who had been reading rooms her whole life noticed immediately. And then she did something for Dick Cavitt that changed his career. Something he only revealed publicly decades later. Hold that thought because first you need to see what she did on his couch in the summer of 1969.
July 18th, 1969, her second visit. Cavitt asked her who she liked to watch perform. Her answer came instantly with both fingers snapping. Tina Turner. Kavitt was baffled. He asked on national television whether she’d be shocked if he admitted he didn’t know who Tina Turner was. She was shocked.
And then she did what nobody else with her platform was doing in 1969. She spent her airtime selling a black R&B singer to millions of white American living rooms. Fantastic singer, she said. Fantastic dancer, fantastic show. She practically ordered America to go find out. This was the thing about the Cavitt couch.
It wasn’t just where Janice was comfortable. It was where she was generous. Where she lifted the people she loved into the spotlight. Tina Turner, Chris Kristofferson, the blues women who had built her. On Sullivan’s stage, she was a risk to be managed. on Cavitt’s couch. She was a person to be heard.
She came back again in June 1970 and announced to the nation live that she was going home to her 10-year high school reunion in Port Arthur. The reunion that would break her heart. And then on August 3rd, 1970, she came one last time. And this visit had a secret sitting behind her chair. On camera, everything looked like a party.
She performed My Baby and Half Moon with the Full Tilt Boogie Band. Tight, powerful, the best band she ever had. She crossed to the couch. Cavitt rose and delivered the greeting, “Very nice to see you, my little songbird. The other guests that night were Raquel Welch, Hollywood’s reigning sex symbol, and the newsman, Chad Huntley.
The Beatnick and the Bombshell side by side, and to everyone’s surprise, they adored each other.” Janice giggled about her limousine, confessing she always rode in the front seat because you’re supposed to lie in the back, but she wanted to look at everybody. She joked she hadn’t seen a lake in 8 years. It was warm.
It was funny. It was the songird at home on her couch. But here is what the millions watching never saw. In her hand was a styrofoam cup. The audience assumed coffee. It was southern comfort. And behind her chair, hidden from the cameras, sat two more tumblers of it. Even in her safest room, on her safest couch, next to the one host in America who truly saw her, she needed the cup.
That is the part of this story that hurts. The refuge was real, and it still wasn’t enough. 62 days later, John Burn Cook opened the door of room 105. Dick Kitt was on the air when the world learned Janice Joplain was gone. The couch stayed. The show went on. Kavitt would host television for decades more, interview presidents and legends, become an institution himself.
But something had changed and it took him almost half a century to fully say it out loud. In 2016, for the PBS American Masters documentary about her life, an 80-year-old Dick Cavitt finally explained what Janice Joplain had actually done for him. She had been his ambassador. After her first appearance, he revealed she went back to the rock and roll world, a world that despised Square television that had been burned by hosts like Sullivan.
And she vouched for him. She told people it was okay to do his show, that he wasn’t one of them. In her words, as Cavitt remembered, “He’s not a dreary figure. Think about who followed her to that couch. Jimmy Hendris, David Bowie, John Lennon, and Yokoono Ono, George Harrison, the entire rock aristocracy of the era, the interviews that made the Dick Cavitt show immortal.
They came in significant part because a woman from Port Arthur told them the little man from Nebraska was safe. The gatekeeper refused her hand. So she became a gatekeeper herself and she opened the gate for everyone. Ed Sullivan’s show was cancelled in 1971, months after her death. The old America he curated was ending.
The interviews Janice gave on Dick Cavitt’s couch became something no one could have predicted. the most complete living record of who she actually was. Not the icon, not the tragedy, the person. Quick, warm, insecure, generous, funny. When documentaries need to show the real Janice, they don’t reach for concert footage. They reach for the couch.
The man who refused her hand, gave history nothing of her. The man who called her his songird, gave history all of her that remains in conversation. Dick Cavitt is still with us. One of the last living people who knew her as a friend on national television. Two hosts, two Americas.
One woman who knew the moment she walked into a room exactly who saw her. She chose the couch. And because she did, so did everyone else. Subscribe. The next story goes somewhere nobody has taken you
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