Browsing on FaceBook and I see that Joni Mitchell is in a coma.
She’s old. so am I. and I remember that ONE song:
One thought on “One of those things…”
No electronics. No autotune.
Just a pure, sweet and beautiful voice. Of perfect pitch, pleasant tone and just the right vibrato.
A songwriter of rare talent, haunted and tormented within.
I’m old, too.
Thank you for posting the music. I turned it up, and played it, accompanied by cats, bourbon and quiet reflection.
I’d gladly have her messed up liberal talent in my world, than any number of the talentless hacks that pass as musicians or singers in today’s rap addled charts.
My prayers go for her and hers. I pray for her peace, and salvation.
No electronics. No autotune.
Just a pure, sweet and beautiful voice. Of perfect pitch, pleasant tone and just the right vibrato.
A songwriter of rare talent, haunted and tormented within.
I’m old, too.
Thank you for posting the music. I turned it up, and played it, accompanied by cats, bourbon and quiet reflection.
I’d gladly have her messed up liberal talent in my world, than any number of the talentless hacks that pass as musicians or singers in today’s rap addled charts.
My prayers go for her and hers. I pray for her peace, and salvation.
My glass raised. Cheers.
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX