JONI MITCHELL the other day. I’d guess that anybody of a certain age has a favorite Mitchell song (You sign all the papers in the family name…). Mine would have to be from Court and Spark or Hejira — but how to choose. “Twisted” maybe or “Coyote”…
Coyote’s in the coffee shop
Starin’ a hole in his scrambled eggs
He picks up my scent on his fingers
While he’s watching the waitress’s legs
And then I realized that there are a bunch of albums from that period of the ’70s that I have on vinyl, but not on CD or MP3. And, since the old thirty-three-and-a-third machine may never play again… I added them to my Amazon wish list. (Hint-hint: over in the right column.) Being’s I’m broke at the moment and for the foreseeable future (Who’s not?) that may be as far as it goes. But at least now I have a reminder.
A-a-a-nd we’re rockin’ Court and Spark — “Car on a Hill.”
Twisted! Crazee! Poop-shooby. Y’hear? Flip city!
Dolly’s lover, Mitchell Cary Drummond is named after Cary Grant, but he and his erstwhile flame, Semiramis East, thought of Mitchell’s “Carey” as their song.
There was a time in Drummond’s life when just the phrase “The wind is in from Africa…,” spoken or sung, carried an unbearable emotional freight.