Yesterday I was reminded of a day last November – Joni Mitchell’s 75th birthday and her music was everywhere. For me, it was a walk through childhood memories that I didn’t know were there. For me, it was back to 1972.
I heard Joni’s songs and was reminded of putting on records when I babysat, singing songs over and over and over again or dancing on the deck of my best friend’s cottage, or dressing up in her mom’s high school outfits in their Calgary living room, and creating entire stories based on lyrics that two young girls in the early 1970s knew nothing about.
Yet.
Or maybe we never did in the way that Joni was talking about.
it’s clouds illusions I recall…
