originally published in post- magazine
joni mitchell is one of those artists i’ve always loved but never known. or as zadie smith puts it, “the first time i heard her i didn’t hear her at all.” mitchell’s chilling runs and wails didn’t play throughout the soundtrack of my childhood the way the beatles, abba, or electric light orchestra (thanks, mom) did. i heard her occasionally, but i didn’t appreciate blue in its entirety until the album was approaching its semicentennial…
media by talia mermin