I love Joni Mitchel. The way she can put a song together - often without rhyme - and create a story. That along with that distinctive voice. I've loved her since the early 70's. "Both Sides Now", "They Paved Paradise", "Chelsea Morning", "Both Sides Now". Soooooo much talent.
Behind my bolt locked door The eagle and the serpent are at war in me The serpent fighting for blind desire The eagle for clarity
I love some of her songs, but others I have never really clicked with. She has a beautiful voice though.
joni mitchel is a song writer and also musician. I love the songs of joni mitchel, he is famous for his folk song. He started his career as the singer in small nightclubs. Later he achieved fame as the songwriter.
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Joni was the greatest in her prime. Unfortunately she smoked like a chimney and her voice went to hell. C'est la vie.
Lets assume they have NOT. Haha!!! MISS Joni is a woman! Jimmy Page and Robert Plant were head over heels for Joni too haha
Though is it not true that Joni Mitchell seems to have become corrupt over the years? She is still wise and environmentally concious, but, at least in the way she presents herself, she seems to have lost bliss. Maybe most concerning is her constant fluxuation of musical styles, almost as if she doubted herself and was merely creativly conforming to musical trends at the time. Hmm, Joni...
I remember the first time I listened to her album Blue, i just laid in bed and dug, that was when i was first beginning to get an inkling of what true feminism was about, the music moved me deeply
"Then can I walk beside you? I have come to lose the smog and I feel to be a cog in something turning. Well maybe it's just the time of year, Or maybe it's the time of man, I don't know who I am, But ya know, life is for learning" "Woodstock" by Joni Mitchell This is the song and the lyric that made me a hippie. 'nuf said. :hippy:
People just aren't aware of how cool she is if they haven't heard. And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game