Joni Mitchell and me, 1969

I played the album CLOUDS on a record player in my room (small speakers attached, on a turntable that folded down to play and up to store) almost continuously, singing along along until finally my mother would say, Gail! stop! and I would, for as long as I could stand to stop, not long, then sing sing sing.


What a voice. And so seemingly effortless.

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