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Happy birthday to Joni Mitchell, one of the world's most gifted artists. She's 63.
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Tuesday, November 7, 2006
Happy birthday to Joni Mitchell, one of the world's most gifted artists. She's 63.
Comments (22)
...when out of his sight, to be out of my mind...
I've never forgotten that one.
Posted by rickyragg | November 7, 2006 3:18 PM
I saw a video the other night of Joni performing Marvin Gaye's "Trouble Man" in concert. Stunning.
Posted by Jack Bog | November 7, 2006 3:26 PM
One of my favorite CDs is the Starbuck's Artist's Choice by Joni Mitchell. It's a compilation of "music that matters to her" and includes classic cuts by Duke Ellington, Billie Holiday, Miles Davis, and Chuck Berry, Steely Dan, Ray Charles, Etta James, Marvin Gaye, and Bob Dylan. The very strange (and beautiful) "Pygmy" song by Deep Forest provides some great insight into my favorite musician.
Posted by Molly | November 7, 2006 3:58 PM
"I was sitting in the lounge of the Empire Hotel..."
so many great songs and fun memories.
And best of all, she's Canadian!
Peace.
Posted by Daphne | November 7, 2006 4:17 PM
I love you Joni I always have and I always will.
Posted by tom | November 7, 2006 4:30 PM
From "paved paradise" to "blue" to "wild things run fast" and on...
All these years later I can't say what song or period I most prefer, or most relate to on any given day -- depends on the swing of my heart I guess -- what she wrote to. I can say that all her work can be found either in my car cd player, or my work one, or my home office one -- more often than any other, except maybe Joan Baez. Maybe. (And, yes Molly, I've got that Starbucks CD in my car right now. It's interesting, it took me a while to get into the Deep Forest music, but now I like it. Reminds me of how I struggled oh years ago when she took to jazz :-))
Still.
I am sad, that she lost her heart for music. That seems to me tragic. Though I love it that she found her daughter all these years later, and built her into her life.
Lost those high notes to nicotine, too. Life's sweet, and, a bitch. It comes that way, all mixed up. And, that's the way she sung it.
Posted by Anne Dufay | November 7, 2006 7:07 PM
Oops. That should be - "sang it".
Gettin' a little too far into the grove...
Posted by Anne Dufay | November 7, 2006 7:10 PM
sittin' in a park in Paris France
readin' the news and it's all bad...
they won't give peace a chance
or
down a dirt road...readin' Rollin' Stone. readin' Vogue...
Now we are all old, but our youth lives on in music.
Posted by anne k | November 7, 2006 7:31 PM
I learned a woman is never an old woman.
-Joni Mitchell
Posted by Ed | November 7, 2006 7:56 PM
"Hey, Blue. Songs are like tattoos. You know I've been to sea before." It doesn't get much better than that. Me and Joni, singin' our hearts out (with me on harmony), all the way home from the 7 to 6.
Posted by Molly | November 7, 2006 7:59 PM
I think her song, "Woman of Heart and Mind" is beyond amazing. She's singing to her boyfriend, but along the way she's telling us who she is. It's similar to "In My Life" by the Beatles - when you can hear just one song and know who these people are.
Posted by Bill McDonald | November 7, 2006 7:59 PM
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To say 'I love you' right out loud ...
I've looked at life that way.
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Posted by Tenskwatawa | November 7, 2006 8:21 PM
It's hard to tell, when you're in the spell, if it's wrong or if it's real. But you're bound to lose if you let the blues get you scared to feel...
Who is so candid these days?
Posted by Cynthia | November 7, 2006 8:30 PM
And let's not forget the incredible tunings on her guitar that took it so far from the normal folk chords.
Posted by Bill McDonald | November 7, 2006 9:00 PM
The stuff from the late '80s and '90s knocks me out the hardest:
Ray's dad teaches math
Zero
I'm a dunce
I'm a decimal in his class
Last night's kisses won't erase
Zero
I just can't keep the numbers in their place...
Round the curve
And a big dark horse
Red taillights on his hide
Is keeping right alongside
Rev for stride
4th of July
Night ride home...
Every bristling shaft of pride
Church or nation
Team or tribe
Every notion we subscribe to
Is just a borderline
Good or bad, we think we know
As if thinking makes things so!
All convictions grow along a borderline...
"They want you -- they need you
They train you to kill
To be a pin on some map
Some vicarious thrill
The old hate the young
That's the whole heartless thing
The old pick the wars
We die in 'em
To the beat of -- the beat of black wings."
Posted by Jack Bog | November 7, 2006 9:14 PM
Down at the Chinese Cafe
We'd be dreamin' on our dimes
We'd be playing "You give your love so sweetly"
One more time
Posted by Jack Bog | November 8, 2006 11:47 AM
The self portrait looks like it would make a nice postage stamp. To bad they would end up air brushing the cigarette out. Just like the blues singers stamp.
Posted by nemo31 | November 8, 2006 7:07 PM
She'd never allow it. She is a militant smoker.
Posted by Jack Bog | November 8, 2006 7:13 PM
63?? She looks 93.
Posted by Jon | November 8, 2006 11:09 PM
Jon? You sound like a jerk.
Posted by Jack Bog | November 8, 2006 11:26 PM
Sorry, Jack. Just my opinion.
Posted by Jon | November 10, 2006 7:49 AM
It's not about looks.
Posted by Jack Bog | November 17, 2006 11:51 PM