Coyote

I idolized Joni Mitchell when I was a kid. She was one of the first cds that I owned. I thought I was very cool.

The Last Waltz is also, easily, one of the most passionate films about music and performance. If you ignore Robbie Robertson’s ego it’s perfect.

But back to Joni. Her stories and her characters have so elegantly eased their way into the fabric of artistic production. She’s a figure that looms large and her genius so subtle that I feel sorry for all those female songwriters out there. The comparison will inevitably be made.

It’s her conviction and fearlessness that I admire.

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