Joni Mitchell has, and always will be, an endless source of inspiration to me.
I think it was 4 or 5 years ago when I borrowed "Blue" from my dad's collection and took it in my room. Her music grabbed me, sucked me in, and I was forever hooked. There was something so raw and strange about the way she sang and the words she chose. I devoured everything by her I could. I listened to years of her life go by in a matter of months... listened as her voice went from that of a young songbird to a musky vibrato of a die-hard smoker. And as she grew more melancholy and cynical. She was telling me to be free, and then she was telling me to guard myself.
It wasn't until later that I found out she was also a painter. From then on, we became soul mates. Cheesy, but true.
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