By Jesse Kornbluth
Published: Oct 23, 2012
The Beauty Part: A few weeks ago, the wind blew anxiety and despair into my soul. Perhaps you felt it as well, and noted the causes: The Election, mostly, and The Media, for sure, and then whatever random troubles attach themselves to your life. At times like this, many opt for meds. I’ve had occasional reason to take steroids, and I learned from the experience: If I can, I avoid industrialized medicine. So, on the theory that looking good and feeling good are linked, I bought two suits. And started wearing them when I go out. With ties. And polished shoes. Interim report: a better frame. I can watch a debate or read a pundit without screaming, can even view that video secretly taken inside a Mormon temple during services without losing it. And I’ve made a concerted effort to seek out media that inspires. Like this, which takes only a few hundred words to make you think that people can be pretty great. And this….
A few years after she recorded "Blue," Joni Mitchell came to one of my parties. She was a pleasure to chat with --- I was not a fan, and so was not struck dumb by her unexpected appearance.
What? Not a fan? My Lord, Joni Mitchell was huge back then. Everybody listened to her! Everybody revered her!
No. "Everybody" didn't. Women did. All the women in my circle, anyway. They loved Mitchell's trilly voice, naked lyrics, insistence on independence, her secondary gift as a painter --- for them, Joni Mitchell was a role model.
Maybe I was threatened by such a gifted woman, by such a quicksilver spirit. Maybe I suspected that it was possible to operate out of honesty and innocence ran wild --- and that women who lived like that were beyond me. What man would willingly look into a light that bright? Not many. Not me, anyway.
But you know how it goes. Life beats you up. And, eventually, the wind tunnel of experience knocks off your slick charm and easy certainty. And then an album that "everyone" was listening to in 1971 makes its way to your ears --- 30 years late.
Not that the road to "Blue" was easy for Joni Mitchell. By 1970, she was weary of touring and recording and the life of the rising star. So she "retired," the better to write: "I have to go inside myself so far, to search through a theme." Ten songs later, she was ready to record. [To buy the CD from Amazon, click here. For the MP3 download, click here.]
There's a sameness in "Blue," but it's the kind you want: "At that period of my life, I had no personal defenses, so there's hardly a dishonest note in the vocals." The instrumentation is in the same flavor: scarce. James Taylor. Stephen Stills. A few others. Which leaves the words --- and the singer-songwriter --- totally exposed.
There's one song with news in it. When young and unknown, she had a daughter, and she doesn't sugarcoat her reaction to giving the child up for adoption: "You sign all the papers in the family name/ You're sad and you're sorry but you're not ashamed." The rest of the songs are about the men she met on her travels in Europe. They're dashing and romantic and verbally acute --- and she is as much of a trial to them as they are to her: "I'm so hard to handle, I'm selfish and I'm sad."
These songs are love letters, of the greediest, most voluptuous kind. "I could drink a case of you," she sings. "I want to be the one that you want to see." But she's restless, always moving on: "I'm going to make a lot of money, Then I'm going to quit this crazy scene, I wish I had a river I could skate away on."
"Blue" is a CD that's in many collections but is, I suspect, rarely played; if you've heard it a lot along the way, it brings up memories of your own failed romances. That discomfort is good for you. Good for me, anyway. The spirit that created "Blue" is gifted and frightened, dangerous and alive --- and fresh. Eternally fresh.
Time is kind to art that aims for so much, and hits the mark.