Saturday, November 7, 2009


"The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark café
You laugh he said you think you're immune
Go look at your eyes they're full of moon
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies pretty lies
When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies
Only pretty lies just pretty lies

she deserves all the accolades: during a stretch in the 70s, she put out an album a year & each one was an absolute triumph of musicality & lyric genius. she topped the seventies off w/her tribute/collaboration w/the inimitable chalie mingus & never enjoyed the commercial success of that one remarkable decade again. i don't think she cares. she's continued to follow her own muses, & tho her voice isn't a startlingly original & supple as it once was, she still does ok. it couldn't have been easy making it in the testosterone driven world of pop music but her achievements simply cannot be denied. happy b'day, ms mitchell(or, as james taylor called you, bony joni).

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