Why I want to meet Joni Mitchell
...because she keeps sounding better with time!
i had the immense pleasure of catching front row center joni seats a while back, and she did a beautiful job. i didn’t think i’d get a chance to see her ever, so it was absolutely a red-letter night.
I want to ask her what rolling thunder was like, especially for a performance-phobe, to be onstage with all those guys; and to get her take on the reuben carter thing. also, as a fellow phobe, to ask her how to play like i’m alone in the room.
oh, and who’s meaner, bob or van?
Her Both Sides Now CD brings such wonderful contrast as it shows her evolution as a human being. I love that she’s not trying to be a young maid, that her voice sounds reconciled to maturity and that her youth lives on only in her spirit. Aging with power and grace. I’m very impressed.
When I hear her music, when I see her art, it takes me to my true self.
Since I first I heard her voice, so many years ago, it has felt as though I had a secret big sister. I’ve followed her life and studied her work. The things that defined her were so influential in my life: music, art, poetry, love, pain.
I of course don’t have her gigantic talent, but that doesn’t stop me from learning from her example. She’s a role model in so many ways, and I think her philosophy and spirituality, not to mention her tremendous creativity, have been and are great teachers for me.
I think Joni Mitchell is one of the greatest artists of this or any era.
I think I would like to meet Joni Mitchell.
I am a HUGE fan—have been for many years. I read her conversations with Morrissey and Elvis Costello (separately)—they were FASCINATING—and I think a nice, long, deep conversation would be fantastic. I adore her lyrics (and music) and her intelligence—the conversation would be most satistfying, I imagine.
I walked by Joni Mitchell in Paris once, many many years ago, when she was still married to Larry Klein. One evening, I was walking with a friend by the Louvre and this couple (she and Larry) were coming toward us. I looked up and she smiled at us and we all passed each other. I guess I was lost in thought—I SAW her but did not register who she was at the time—and my friend I was with elbowed me and said, “THAT was Joni Mitchell.” I whirled around and saw her and Larry Klein walk away.
Encounters like that are always so difficult anyhow. Had I recognized her, WHAT would I have said? The conversation I would like to have with her could not have happened on the street right there. And she was a “Free Man in Paris,” on her own time. I don’t like to bug celebs when they are out just trying to enjoy their life.