Urge for Going: Joni Mitchell

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  1. Birgit Says:

    One of my favorite early Joni songs. Thanks. I first heard it by Tom Rush and Claire Hammill and loved it, but it took years until I finally found the Joni original. Pre-internet times…

    • Birgit,
      It is also one of my favorites. Like you, it was Tom Rush I first heard sing it, and it is still one of my favorites of his. I haven’t heard Claire Hammill ( I don’t even know her). Looks like I’ll do a bit of hunting.

  2. Lori Kossowsky Says:

    Lovely. A favorite. She gets the urge for going..

  3. Bill S. Says:

    Haven’t heard this in years. It has some of the same elements as The Midway–chords, rhythm.

  4. Lori Kossowsky Says:

    I like this Youtube version:

    • Lori,
      Thanks for posting this. That’s such a young Joni, and she is home singing (sort of-in Canada anyway).

    • im6 Says:

      Wow! What a great clip. And what a great reminder of what a beauty Joni was when young — personifying that blonde innocent look that was so popular (see also Michelle Phillips) — and we now know it was JUST a look and not really the case ;-). This song was one of those that I also had to search for and search for pre internet before I finally found a copy. The other “rare” song that took me forever to find was Neil Young’s “Sugar Mountain.” There’s something about those elusive-to-find songs that made them even more special.

      • im6,
        She probably was an innocent at one time but it did become just a look! She even had a voice which you sometimes had to strain to hear when she talked, also part of the persona I suspect.

        I don’t remember when I found this song for the first time. Joni has been a long time favorite of mine and hers album Clouds was one of the albums I brought to Ghana. I think the climate wore it out!

      • im6 Says:

        Don’t know, Kat. I’m not sure Joni was ever really innocent. Married young. Abandoned daughter. Lady of the canyon. I suspect there was a lot of wool pulled over these eyes — HAPPILY pulled, I suppose, since it really is such a nice fantasy!

  5. im6,
    A perfect fantasy!

  6. Beto Says:

    I wrote this poem inspired by some little thing you said about traveling some years ago. About being in airports, deserted in the middle of the night.
    I actually wrote two, this one and one about the silence of the night

    The Highway’s Song

    In the wee hours on a stormy night
    The highway called again
    I like home and the simple things
    But the highway is my friend

    Geese were crying from the waters edge
    As the wind blew cool and wet
    A lonely dog barked at the sky
    My heart and soul were set

    I took my tote from the closet top
    And flung it on the empty bed
    Then fit my world in a Stromberg bag
    While the highway’s song ran through my head

    I left the keys on the counter top
    With a good-bye note for all
    As I filled the door the geese took flight
    And we answered the highways call

    • Cuidado Says:

      Awesome poem that are natural lyrics.

    • Birgit Says:

      Beto, Wonderful! Begs for a melody and guitar accompaniment.
      Just curious, what is a “Stromberg bag”?

      • Beto Says:

        Stromberg, Kraus & Co. made Steamer Trunks and Leather Suitcases. They were arguably the best and were used by world travelers in the 19th and early 20th century. The big case Jimmy Stewart receives as a present from Mr Gower in “It’s A Wonderful Life” before his father dies was a Stromberg.

      • Beto,
        I have a suitcase much like the Stromberg. It has decals on it from the trips it took. The closers have leather on each of them with buckles. It is one of my prize possessions.

    • Beto,
      You always seem to find the exact words to describe my feelings and my yearnings. I am that person or wish I were.

      Thank you!

      • Beto Says:

        Well….you are forever coming up with these fantastic quotes to expound from and your adventures are admirable. I don’t know how it works but sometime something you say triggers the creative spark and I write a poem that is stream of consciousness.
        When you were pining for returning to Ghana a couple years ago i wrote The Highway’s Song and these two…

        The Silence of the Night

        I paint the silence of the night
        With brush strokes broad and free
        On canvas weaved of solitude
        In colors others may not see

        The sleeping world is mine alone
        To fashion as I’m wont to try
        But comes the creeping steady dawn
        In ribbons on a waking sky

        Then as the slumb’ring land bestirs
        I set my paint brush out of sight
        And wait until it sleeps again
        To paint the silence of the night

        On The Road

        On the road. Like a Dharma Bum
        My bible penned by Kerouac
        What I have in sovereign verve
        Makes up for any thing I lack

        Your pillowed beds and comforters
        Will make you soft and wake too late
        Arise and ride the Dharma’s wheel
        It travels on. It cannot wait

        And though I bed in humble kind
        Or lader with the kit and freight
        The world is mine and all it holds
        I travel on. I cannot wait

      • Beto,
        I am happy that I spark your poetic side as your poems are lovely and beautiful with their amazing imagery. I read the first stanza over and over I was so taken with the picture in my head of the silence of the night painted with a solitude of my own, a private solitude.

        When I am up so very late at night and mine are the only lights, I always feel as if I own the night.

  7. Hedley Says:

    Cute but no Kiki of Montparnasse….ok there is a Man Ray exhibit at the National Portrait Gallery.

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