I can’t believe it’s been almost three years since I went to the fantastic Houston indie bookstore Kaboom Books. It may have been where I picked up this Joni Mitchell book.
Long before I lost a ton of albums in the Harvey flood, I had other albums that were water damaged from a leaking pipe in one of my graduate school-era houses. I’m not sure if I lost my Joni Mitchell albums then, or if I gave them away during one of several purges (I moved a LOT as a grad student, and purges were helpful). I had roommates over different times who were Joni fans, and very often, if I met someone who was passionate about an artist, I’d give them my vinyl.
Sidebar: My friend Ed was a huge fan of the band Chicago, and I had almost all of their albums on vinyl collected over many years. It was a pleasure to give him those albums, and it was even before he once let me drag him from church to help my brother move an insanely heavy sofa bed up some stairs and inside my new apartment, thereby giving me something to sleep on. A couple of years later, both Ed and his brother Joe were two of Tom’s groomsmen in our wedding (where my brother walked me down the aisle–I wonder if David and Ed remembered that damn sofa bed, which was so heavy that I left it in the apartment when I moved out!). The same year Tom and I married, Joe married my friend Susan, who I’d met when we both worked at the same horrible law firm during one of my grad school breaks (I introduced Susan and Joe, and they’re still going strong!). I wonder if Ed still has those Chicago albums. =)
Back to the subject of Joni. I don’t own any of her music now, but I stream her whenever I’m in the mood. The above two pages from the book got me into a deep dive of her relationship with James Taylor (the song “Blue,” lyrics shown here, is allegedly about him, and the sketch is also–allegedly!–of him).
All the relationships among the musicians of Laurel Canyon in the ’60s and ’70s are a frequent research topic because they include many of my favorite artists (and several of Joni Mitchell’s lovers). If I could get my head out of the terrible places current news takes me and write, I’m stalled in the middle of a chapter set in 1975, wherein a couple of good friends are trying to keep another friend away from that Laurel Canyon scene. It amuses me to write against my fascination with that time and those artists to keep myself from throwing my character to the wolves… or coyotes… “Coyote” is one of my personal favorite Joni Mitchell songs, one that’s allegedly about her relationship with the late playwright/actor/director/ screenwriter/author Sam Shepard.
Author Paul Lisicky, a writer whose work I always enjoy, and a contributor to our (as in Timothy J. Lambert and my) January 2014 anthology (11 years!) Foolish Hearts: New Gay Fiction, has a new book coming out, Song So Wild and Blue: A Life with the Music of Joni Mitchell (on sale February 25, 2025). I’m looking forward to reading this. As Harper Collins describes it, A guide to life that is part memoir, part biography, and part homage, Song So Wild and Blue is a joy for devoted Joni enthusiasts, budding writers, and artists of all stripes.
Musicians and writers and artists–they inspire me, and I’m still hopeful they’re the best antidote to the things that are currently overwhelming my voice and state of mind.