215: Joni Mitchell, ‘Blue’

A close reading of the harrowingly intimate Joni Mitchell masterpiece, ‘Blue’.
Read full postA close reading of the harrowingly intimate Joni Mitchell masterpiece, ‘Blue’.
Read full post50 years ago I was at the Woodstock festival, in the mud and the mire and the morass. Joni wasn’t, but she got it right in the song. True Woodstock is in the mind.
Read full post50 years ago the Woodstock festival took place in upstate New York. I was there. I got wet and muddy and cranky and went back home after one night to listen to some of the same artists on my headphones.
Read full postThe albatross of fame and fortune. Young Joni crafting her disillusion into a gem, 1970.
Read full postJoni Mitchell’s songs can be deceptive, because they’re so darn attractive. But she is also a mistressful artisan who happens to possess a magnanimous soul. Her works aren’t merely moving – they’re also marvels of craft.
Read full postJoni, skating on thin ice, on a river so long that our own feet can fly us away from this troubled world.
Peace on earth, goodwill towards men and women, everyone.
My granddaughter Nogah has me wrapped around her finger, and she knows it. So when she asked me to write a Song of The Week for her high school graduation, it was a no-brainer.
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