November 14, 2005
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I’ve been watching a video about Joni Mitchell (Woman of Heart and Mind, 2003) this week because I always loved her music from day one. Still have my original tattered copy of Blue. She was born only four years after I was, further north in Canada, and took that same turn in the road in the ‘60’s, following the elusive light of the counterculture down all its thorny paths. Sadly, she says she made her last album in 2002 with Travelogue. Before she added music to her talents early on, she was already a poet and painter . The whole holy trinity – words, song, color. Obviously, she’s met and worked with countless wonderful musicians along the way. But always independent, willful, inventing new levels for herself. I’m too old myself now to fantasize about what it would be like to live someone else’s life, but I’m glad I was there on the fringes as she rode on by, singing. Here is one of those early songs for Monday’s reading.
BIG YELLOW TAXI (1970)
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique
And a swinging hot spot
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
They took all the trees
Put ’em in a tree museum
And they charged the people
A dollar and a half just to see ’em
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lotHey farmer farmer
Put away that d.d.t. now
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees
Please!
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lotLate last night
I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi
Took away my old man
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
Deep Thought: “Sometimes I think the world has gone completely mad. And then I think, “Aw, who cares?” And then I think, “Hey, what’s for supper?”
Today I am grateful for: Authors
Guess the Movie: “Welcome the rich man, he’s hard for you to miss. His butt keeps getting bigger, so there’s plenty there to kiss!” Answer: Spirited Away, 2001.
Winner: collette_and_moi.
Edwards’ Remarks May Nudge Others
Potential Democratic candidates feel pressure from anti-war factions
by Tim Funk
Former Sen. John Edwards’ decision Sunday to so publicly repudiate his past vote authorizing the war in Iraq could help shape a Democratic race for president that’s just beginning. (Rest of article here).
End of Day: 8:24 pm
+ = Got some bank business done – first safety deposit box of life.
- = They give you two keys and you can’t make copies and if you lose them you pay big bucks.

Comments (14)
Awesome movie.
Spirited Away
Yes!
I think that we are the culture and the other people are the counter culture.
Good point.
Joni Mitchell’s one of my favorites from way back then.
I absolutely adore Joni Mitchell and that song…
Ah, yes. Joni Mitchell. Every once in a while somebody mentions somebody that I love but hadn’t thought of for a while. Thanks, kid.
I am delighted that I came here! I am meeting people who have joined Internet Island. I am a fan of Joni Mitchell myself….she was part of my formation…I really thought about her lyrics. I know I am going to enjoy coming here… The whole holy trinity – words, song, color.’ when you write like this. Nice to meet you Mia Lucia
I found myself singing as I read the lyrics.
I love Joni Mitchell. Memories!
joni is my favorite, i wished to emulate her as a singer/songwriter in the 70s. someone did a remake of big yellow taxi. the kids like it. i think it sucks. but that’s just me. i even had a cat named joni. and we named her brother jackson, for jackson brown. and…to make the comment really long, i was just listening to travelogue the other day in my hubby’s seqouia, cuz my old explorer doesn’t have a cd player. i wish i had a river.
Joni is one of my favorites too how are you. I finally recovered from my painting experience and I am going on vacation for a week at Thanksgiving. Boy now that is something to be thankful for, Judi
Glad I found you on my blog because I truly love your blog today. Feel like I’ve found a kindred spirit.
It must have been 1968 or so when I went to the Newport (Rhode Island) folk festival. My fondest memory is standing five feet from Joni Mitchell as she sang and played a piano.