DarkRoom Magazine

Leggendo in questi giorni il post con i 500 migliori dischi secondo Rolling Stone, pensando alla morte di Dennis Hopper….
e poi, ancora offeso da Carlà Brunì alla chitarra acustica che mi arrivava da un’auto in coda, finestrini aperti, accanto alla mia oggi ……….con Carlà a volume ALTISSIMO ………mi è venuta voglia di dedicare per reazione un piccolo spazio a un’artista di un’altra America, forse non sempre tenuta in giusta considerazione:
Joni Mitchell, che di chitarra acustica, composizione e strumenti vari invece ne sa.
Canadese d’origine, ma così americana in fondo….

http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joni_Mitchell

http://www.ondarock.it/songwriter/jonimitchell.htm

Lontana dai nostri suoni, appartata rispetto alle mode, il suo talento spazia dalla pittura alla canzone, ha scritto testi (anche per altri) e musica da sola, esempio di un modo personale d’esser cantautrice di confessioni e intimismo, con classe e quel tocco femminile che l’ha resa unica: ha inciso bozzetti amari….e capolavori di sensibilità in cui la voce ha percorsi originali, il testo è sempre centrale e mai solo d’appoggio… ‘dipingere con parole e musica’.
Evolutasi nel folk, nel jazz, nel pop (con notevoli artisti a fianco: Pat Metheny, Jaco Pastorius, Charlie Mingus…)
anche se resta un'icona del folk e dell'esser cantautore al femminile,
ha attraversato mezzo secolo la polistrumentista Signora con la chitarra ….


Blue (1971) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jL76nQDfZMs

Blue…..songs are like tattoos
You know I've been to sea before
Crown and anchor me
Or let me sail away

Hey Blue, there is a song for you
Ink on a pin
Underneath the skin
An empty space to fill in

Well there're so many sinking now
You've got to keep thinking
You can make it through these waves
Acid, booze, and ass
Needles, guns, and grass
Lots of laughs….lots of laughs

Everybody's saying that hell's the hippest way to go
Well I don't think so
But I'm gonna take a look around it though
Blue, I love you

Blue, here is a shell for you
Inside you'll hear a sigh
A foggy lullaby
There is your song from me

qui Edith & the Kingpin http://www.clevver.com/music/video/2083 ... g-pin.html

Come in from the cold (1991) da vedere e sentire... (e seguirne il testo...vale)

http://video.tvguide.com/Joni+Mitchell/ ... ld/1092689 (versione breve ma ufficiale)

Versione intera (ma unofficial video) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bbJo-dsFGfI

Back in 1957
We had to dance a foot apart
And they hawk-eyed us from the sidelines
Holding their rulers without a heart
And so with just a touch of our fingers
I could make our circuitry explode
All we ever wanted
Was just to come in from the cold

Come in
Come in from the cold
(we were so young)
Oh come in
Come in from the cold

We really thought we had a purpose
We were so anxious to achieve
We had hope
The world held promise
For a slave to liberty
Freely I slaved away for something better
And I was bought and sold
And all I ever wanted
Was just to come in from the cold

Come in
Come in from the cold
(we were so sure)
Oh come in
Come in from the cold

I feel your legs under the table
Leaning into mine
I feel renewed
I feel disabled
By these bonfires in my spine
I don't know who the arsonist was
Which incendiary soul
But all I ever wanted
Was just to come in from the cold

Come in
Come in from the cold
(you were so warm)
Oh come in
Come in from the cold

I am not some stone commission
Like a statue in a park
I am flesh and blood and vision
I am howling in the dark
Long blue shadows of the jackals
Are falling on a pay phone by the road
Oh all they ever wanted
Was just to come in from the cold

Come in
Come in from the cold
(I was so low)
Oh come in
Come in from the cold

Is this just vulgar electricity
Is this the edifying fire
(it was so pure)
Does your smile's covert complicity
Debase as it admires
(just a flu with a temperature)
Are you just checking out your mojo
Or am I just fighting off growing old
(just a high fever)
All I ever wanted
Was just to come in from the cold

Come in
Come in from the cold
(it was so pure)
Oh come in
Come in from the cold

I know we never will be perfect
Never entirely clear
(when the moon shines)
We get hurt and we just panic
And we strike out
Out of fear
(you were only being kind)
I fear the sentence of this solitude
200 years on hold
(for my loving crime)
Oh and all we ever wanted
Was just to come in from the cold

Come in
Come in from the cold
(when the moon shines)
Oh come in
Come in from the cold

When I thought life had some meaning
Then I thought I had some choice
(I was running blind)
And I made some value judgments
In a self-important voice
(I was out a line)
But then absurdity came over me
And I longed to lose control
(into no mind)
Oh all I ever wanted
Was just to come in from the cold

Come in
Come in from the cold
(you were so kind)
Please come in
(so kind)
Come in from the cold
Come in come in
Come in from the cold….