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I remember being 19, or maybe 20. Pre-legal drinking age anyway.
I was living in that forgotten part of America, the Ozarks....may it always be so. It was in that conservative Bible Belt Mecca that I found my Inner Hippie, my Sex Goddess, my Contraband Queen.
We met in a health food shop, our first conversation was about our brothers. She was a long-haired dark beauty, in love with a terrible man.
She introduced us like this: "if you like Tori, you'll love Joni."
Before cell phones, before we were all addicted to screens and constant contact....back when we could Take Time for things like...................
Too young to get into the bars, so we would sit, (a few women who were barely not girls) in a big city apartment and get high and quietly listen to an entire album. Joni Mitchell.
Just Listen.
Sweet Joni.
When I've been in love, I forget her. But when my heart breaks, she comes back like winter snows, tucking me in to a long hard familiar cold.
That one deep break who I first left home with....the one who taught me to Love Sin......you were my Big Yellow Taxi.
That one who cracked me open and left me bleeding and guilty and totally alone in the world for the first time. You were my River.
That one who pushed me off the ledge I had only just climbed to and threatened to make me a perpetual wounded caged animal......baby, I have A Case of You.
And for the one who breaks my heart continuously, the one I love to love and love to hate and who stays beautiful and drunk all the time. The one who I can't let go of, because she won't let go of me. You Sweet Bitch, you are my California.
Thank you, Joni, for writing my heart's sorrow and joy and singing it for me oveer and over.
Like you, "I am on a lonely road and I am traveling, looking for the key to set me free"
I was living in that forgotten part of America, the Ozarks....may it always be so. It was in that conservative Bible Belt Mecca that I found my Inner Hippie, my Sex Goddess, my Contraband Queen.
We met in a health food shop, our first conversation was about our brothers. She was a long-haired dark beauty, in love with a terrible man.
She introduced us like this: "if you like Tori, you'll love Joni."
Before cell phones, before we were all addicted to screens and constant contact....back when we could Take Time for things like...................
Too young to get into the bars, so we would sit, (a few women who were barely not girls) in a big city apartment and get high and quietly listen to an entire album. Joni Mitchell.
Just Listen.
Sweet Joni.
When I've been in love, I forget her. But when my heart breaks, she comes back like winter snows, tucking me in to a long hard familiar cold.
That one deep break who I first left home with....the one who taught me to Love Sin......you were my Big Yellow Taxi.
That one who cracked me open and left me bleeding and guilty and totally alone in the world for the first time. You were my River.
That one who pushed me off the ledge I had only just climbed to and threatened to make me a perpetual wounded caged animal......baby, I have A Case of You.
And for the one who breaks my heart continuously, the one I love to love and love to hate and who stays beautiful and drunk all the time. The one who I can't let go of, because she won't let go of me. You Sweet Bitch, you are my California.
Thank you, Joni, for writing my heart's sorrow and joy and singing it for me oveer and over.
Like you, "I am on a lonely road and I am traveling, looking for the key to set me free"
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