This is from one of my very favourite songs of all time, and I don’t know why. Why I love the song so much, I mean.
It’s just like that sometimes, isn’t it?
See, I’m a songwriter, so I think a lot about what makes a great song. There are lots of theories, and I’m fascinated with all the ones I’ve heard, but ultimately a good song is one you love. Full stop.
The one included below is a rare recording of River, which if you don’t know it is on the Blue record. Aunt Joni put that particular long playing album (LP) out in 1971, and every hippie chick I’ve ever known had a copy. For many years it was either the actual vinyl record, but later it was a cassette tape and then even later it was the cd.
Every song’s a classic. Really. If you hate any or all of Blue, you’ve got no heart. You’re dead to me. It’s that simple.
If you don’t have any idea what I’m talking about, go get a copy of Blue. Download it legally, go look through your mom’s music collection…really find someone/anyone who’s got a copy, then copy it for your own collection. You could even import it if that’s your preference.
You’ll be glad you did.
Am I dead to you if I’ve never heard any of it at all and don’t know any of the songs?
Sorry. Sorry. You can shake your head in utter disapproval of my lifestyle choices if you want.
My mom didn’t HAVE a record collection. That was the PROBLEM.
I’m listening to this song now. It’s very nice. I promise someday if I ever sit down for more than 14 seconds I’ll listen to the whole thing.
Well, I certainly wouldn’t want to be dead to you, so I obediently listened and I liked it but then, I like Joni Mitchell so that wasn’t hard.
Also, something rather interesting happened: my cat, who unfortunately, has come into season much too early, suddenly stopped howling and appeared to be listening! So at least I had peace for three and a half minutes, thank you.
So pleased Aunt Joni was able to soothe your horny pussycat, Barbara. wait, that came out wrong…wait…never mind.