We’re still a little confused about Janis Ian’s legacy. For some odd reason, when critics do all their fancy lists of groundbreaking, innovative, rabble-rousing, rebellious ladies, Janis Ian isn’t at the top of every one. Fer shame, record critics, fer shame. Besides writing one of the most controversial hits of the ‘60s — the love-trumps-skin-color-and-bullshit-social-mores classic “Society’s Child” — and making some of the best psyche-pop of the era, she pioneered the jazz-folk crossover sound that would become a blueprint for many a softly strumming indie rocker. Oh, and she can shred the guitar like she did time with Slayer. And she writes really cool sci-fi stories. And she wrote “At Seventeen,” which makes us weep like a mourning widow every time we hear it. And … well, you get the picture. Janis Ian is an artist of the highest order, a force to be reckoned with, and we’re lucky to have her hanging out here in our hometown.