Joni Mitchell songs saved me from lots of mean directions I could have gone in. That softness and spirit. I was very close to the place she was playing, there in 1969, but didn’t know anything about anything and wonder how much that has changed.
She saved me too. Not from the mean, but the sad, I think. Some of those songs, the lyrics, “A Case of You” — “You’re in my blood like holy wine.” And “Down To You”? Listening to that one is a prescription for heartache avoidance!
Joni Mitchell is one of the few (are there any others?) god-given examples of magnificence of melody, complexity of the pop song form, sheer blinding vocal and musical beauty and deeply evocative lyrics all meeting in one place. God she was so beautiful. I’ve been on such a trip with Blue in my life, it’s shown up so often in the centre of my life, so many stories I can remember because Blue was right at the heart of them. When I hear Blue, I have to sing the whole album from start to finish, every note, also Court and Spark, really, and Amelia from Hejira. I used to sing Woodstock out on the street, in the bloody cold in Copenhagen, and it was this beautiful, soft, true, sorrowful, longing, transformative kind of place I could inhabit out there. I also used to sing Folsom Prison Blues and could really dig into that, but it was a completely different vibe.
Listened to repeatedly in library of the Naval Training Center San Diego during my first year of enlistment and likely responsible for providing me the spiritual renewal and nourishment I so badly needed during that first awful-like-a-mofo year in the military.
I was in my first year of college when I found her, juju. Way down in Alabama, I would listen to Joni Mitchell and Neil Young, over and over. Well, the Derek and the Dominoes album too. I liked staying there when everyone else went home so I could have the dorm room to myself and listen to the music.
Lucy, I would love to hear you sing Folsom Prison Blues. Sometimes in a certain mood I sing too. I’m partial to Hank Sr., though. “I Can’t Help It (if I’m Still in Love With You).” For instance.
I’m not sure I could ever do it again like I did it then. I had a set list of other people’s songs that I really inhabited for that year or two. I hardly ever sing other people’s songs anymore, not like that. But I’m game.
Blooming ‘eck. Thank you. Well that’s cool, I’m truly delighted when I hear that people are listening, or when I hear that someone’s got one of my songs in their heads. Mwahahaha.
Understood, Lucy. The Hank singing came while sitting on porches in the Alabama night. It was hard not to sing him there, of course. And you so inhabit you now.
[...] Lucy Foley: Joni Mitchell is one of the few (are there any others?) god-given examples of magnificence of melody, complexity of the pop song form, sheer blinding vocal and musical beauty and deeply evocative lyrics all meeting in one place. God she was so beautiful. I’ve been on such a trip with Blue in my life, it’s shown up so often in the centre of my life, so many stories I can remember because Blue was right at the heart of them. When I hear Blue, I have to sing the whole album from start to finish, every note, also Court and Spark, really, and Amelia from Hejira. I used to sing Woodstock out on the street, in the bloody cold in Copenhagen, and it was this beautiful, soft, true, sorrowful, longing, transformative kind of place I could inhabit out there. I also used to sing Folsom Prison Blues and could really dig into that, but it was a completely different vibe. posted by Deron Bauman in beauty, from the comments, love, music | * | comment [...]
Joni Mitchell songs saved me from lots of mean directions I could have gone in. That softness and spirit. I was very close to the place she was playing, there in 1969, but didn’t know anything about anything and wonder how much that has changed.
If I’m in the right place, that song kills me down in my heart.
yes
me too.
She saved me too. Not from the mean, but the sad, I think. Some of those songs, the lyrics, “A Case of You” — “You’re in my blood like holy wine.” And “Down To You”? Listening to that one is a prescription for heartache avoidance!
Joni Mitchell is one of the few (are there any others?) god-given examples of magnificence of melody, complexity of the pop song form, sheer blinding vocal and musical beauty and deeply evocative lyrics all meeting in one place. God she was so beautiful. I’ve been on such a trip with Blue in my life, it’s shown up so often in the centre of my life, so many stories I can remember because Blue was right at the heart of them. When I hear Blue, I have to sing the whole album from start to finish, every note, also Court and Spark, really, and Amelia from Hejira. I used to sing Woodstock out on the street, in the bloody cold in Copenhagen, and it was this beautiful, soft, true, sorrowful, longing, transformative kind of place I could inhabit out there. I also used to sing Folsom Prison Blues and could really dig into that, but it was a completely different vibe.
Joni Mitchell’s Court and Spark-
Listened to repeatedly in library of the Naval Training Center San Diego during my first year of enlistment and likely responsible for providing me the spiritual renewal and nourishment I so badly needed during that first awful-like-a-mofo year in the military.
I was in my first year of college when I found her, juju. Way down in Alabama, I would listen to Joni Mitchell and Neil Young, over and over. Well, the Derek and the Dominoes album too. I liked staying there when everyone else went home so I could have the dorm room to myself and listen to the music.
Lucy, I would love to hear you sing Folsom Prison Blues. Sometimes in a certain mood I sing too. I’m partial to Hank Sr., though. “I Can’t Help It (if I’m Still in Love With You).” For instance.
I’m not sure I could ever do it again like I did it then. I had a set list of other people’s songs that I really inhabited for that year or two. I hardly ever sing other people’s songs anymore, not like that. But I’m game.
Growing used to your songs as standards, Lucy.
Blooming ‘eck. Thank you. Well that’s cool, I’m truly delighted when I hear that people are listening, or when I hear that someone’s got one of my songs in their heads. Mwahahaha.
Understood, Lucy. The Hank singing came while sitting on porches in the Alabama night. It was hard not to sing him there, of course. And you so inhabit you now.
[...] Lucy Foley: Joni Mitchell is one of the few (are there any others?) god-given examples of magnificence of melody, complexity of the pop song form, sheer blinding vocal and musical beauty and deeply evocative lyrics all meeting in one place. God she was so beautiful. I’ve been on such a trip with Blue in my life, it’s shown up so often in the centre of my life, so many stories I can remember because Blue was right at the heart of them. When I hear Blue, I have to sing the whole album from start to finish, every note, also Court and Spark, really, and Amelia from Hejira. I used to sing Woodstock out on the street, in the bloody cold in Copenhagen, and it was this beautiful, soft, true, sorrowful, longing, transformative kind of place I could inhabit out there. I also used to sing Folsom Prison Blues and could really dig into that, but it was a completely different vibe. posted by Deron Bauman in beauty, from the comments, love, music | * | comment [...]