I stumbled upon this on youtube. I had forgotten how much I used to love this song. The first time I heard this song I was about 12 years old, in my bedroom at the shore early one spring weekend in 1972. It made such an impression on me and I continued to love Joni Mitchell throughout college. Clouds and Court and Spark were my favorites. I guess I stopped listening to my music after the babies were born. Too much trouble, too loud, too busy. Now I only listen to music in my car and that mainly consists of music my kids leave in my car. That's good; it keeps me current and I have found lots of music I like that I would not have otherwise found. But this reminded me that there was a "me" before there was a them.
A part of me wanted to be Joni Mitchell, or maybe not actually be her, or even have a music career. I think what I really wanted was to live in the canyon, do artsy stuff, hang out with artsy people and date rock stars. Hey, I think that's still what I want to do, except for the rock stars. I don't think my husband would appreciate it and I'm sure they would be pretty high maintenance.
