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There’s a long, exhilarating profile of Joni Mitchell in The New Yorker. And another strong profile in The Atlantic. Again there’s Reckless Daughter: A Portrait of Joni Mitchell, the just-published, allegedly absolute biography. Which follows Sheila Weller’s affectionate booty on Mitchell in Girls Like Us: Carole King, Joni Mitchell, Carly Simon — and the Journey of a Generation.

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There’s more. This summer, 50 contributors put “Blue” at the top of NPR Music’s account of “The 150 Greatest Albums Made by Women.” So I looked on Amazon and noticed that it sells this CD — with a chargeless MP3 download — for a antic $6.99.

And it aback seemed time to admonish her admirers of her ability and to acquaint those who aren’t in her cult: All are welcome. It’s not too late….

A few years afterwards she recorded “Blue,” Joni Mitchell came to one of my parties. She was a amusement to chat with — I wasn’t a fan, and so wasn’t addled impaired by her abrupt 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 admired 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 able woman, by such a arbitrary spirit. Maybe I had alone bashful acquaintance with women who operated out of bluntness and innocence, maybe I sensed that women who lived like that were above me. What man would agreeably attending into a ablaze that bright? Not many. Not me, anyway.

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But you apperceive how it goes. Activity beats you up. And, eventually, the wind adit of acquaintance knocks off your glossy agreeableness and accessible certainty. And then an album that “everyone” was alert to in 1971 makes its way to your aerial — 30 years late.

Not that the alley to “Blue” was accessible for Joni Mitchell. By 1970, she was weary of touring and recording and the activity of the ascent star. So she “retired,” the bigger to write: “I have to go central myself so far, to chase through a theme.” Ten songs later, she was accessible to record. [To buy the CD from Amazon and get the MP3 download free, click here. For the MP3 download, click here. To apprehend about Joni Mitchell in Sheila Weller’s ballsy “Girls Like Us: Carole King, Joni Mitchell, Carly Simon — and the Journey of a Generation,” click here.]

There’s a adequation in “Blue,” but it’s the affectionate you want: “At that aeon of my life, I had no claimed defenses, so there’s hardly a backbiting agenda in the vocals.” The chart is in the aforementioned flavor: scarce. James Taylor. Stephen Stills. A few others. Which leaves the words — and the singer-songwriter — absolutely exposed.

There’s one song with account in it. Back adolescent and unknown, she had a daughter, and she doesn’t belie her acknowledgment to giving the adolescent up for adoption: “You assurance all the affidavit in the ancestors name/ You’re sad and you’re apologetic but you’re not ashamed.”

The blow of the songs are about the men she met on her campaign in Europe. They’re adventurous and adventurous and verbally astute — and she is as abundant of a balloon to them as they are to her: “I’m so adamantine to handle, I’m egocentric and I’m sad.”

These songs are adulation letters, of the greediest, best ample kind. “I could alcohol a case of you,” she sings. “I appetite to be the one that you appetite to see.”

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But she’s restless, consistently affective on: “I’m activity to accomplish a lot of money, Again I’m activity to abdicate this crazy scene, I ambition I had a river I could skate abroad on.”

“Blue” is a CD that’s in abounding collections but is, I suspect, not accidentally played; it brings up memories of bond longings, burst promises, bootless romance, and who plays music for reminders of any of that? Answer: many, back the architect is passionately, alarmingly alive. “Blue” is a blessing, always fresh.

Time is affectionate to art that aims for so much, and hits the mark.

“BLUE” IN FICTION

In my novel, Married Sex, the narrator gets email from his conflicting wife. In the accountable line: “You’ve got to accumulate thinking/ You can accomplish it thru these waves.” His reaction:

It was from “Blue,” by Joni Mitchell, one of Blair’s favorites. I knew it well. And what followed:

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Blue, actuality is a carapace for youInside you’ll apprehend a sighA blurred lullabyThere is your song from me.

“A blurred lullaby” — it wasn’t late, but I capital to go to bed, to brainstorm Blair’s goodnight kiss, the day’s aftermost acknowledgment of love, her balmy animation in my ear. In the dark, I’d bethink all the nights abaft us and achievement for the ones ahead. I’d anamnesis air-conditioned bedding in summer, ambuscade beneath the bedding in winter, my duke massaging her amateur as foreplay, her beard alive beyond the pillow as she slept.

BONUS VIDEO

Every few days, I watch this video, aloof to see Mitchell, hidden in the shadows, as she sings the aerial addendum that booty the song into addition dimension:

Do you appetite to be allotment of creating a kinder, added across-the-board society?

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