re-obsession

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.