still be on my feet...
A Case of You
Joni Mitchell
... music to live by ...
I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
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An extraordinary artist. Mitchell’s Blue remains – at least for me – one of the pillars of a modern sensibility. A writer’s writer.
5 comments:
This song transports me swiftly. I'm picking this one up for my blog.
Thanks for posting it, Sam.
It's such a strong piece of writing. Great song.
Amen.
I still get chills when she sings the Oh, Canada line.
I'm having chills, too. I love this song!
When I was sailing through the Vineyard in my thirties, we anchored and went ashore for a drink and food at a nearby pub. A small band was playing. One came over, obviously flustered, and asked if I was Joni Mitchell. It was both flattering (I had her same trim build, same height, and similar cheekbones and the long sun-bleached hair) and yet heartbreaking. I saw the hope in his eyes...he was possibly being 'discovered' , since we'd told the barkeep we heard a band was playing when we came in. To say no I wasn't is a moment I don't think I'll ever forget. The moment I was 'Joni' for a second or two, the moment I felt what it must feel like to be a celebrity, the moment I dashed someone's hopes with no intention of doing so.
Thanks for the listen, Collin - and for such a great story, Pris.
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