Joni Mitchell will be inducted into the Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame Monday. CBC Radio One and Two will air the event. Also, on Sunday, a documentary on her career, art and life. This page lists air times, and how to tune in, including an online radio link.

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Date: 2007-01-27 02:12 am (UTC)Don't it always seem to go
Date: 2007-01-27 03:42 pm (UTC)God's I miss those days, listening to the newest Joni, or latest from David, Stephen, Neal, and Graham.
What a small knot of genius. I listened to 'Ohio' the other day. It still makes me want to fill a small returnable bottle with inflammables and hurl it at the motorcade, perhaps now more than ever.
Speaking of my heroes from that era, I so regret that Burton Cummings decided he liked selling shoes better than singing. I saw the Guess Who's last concert tour in St. Louis MO at the old Fox Theater. Wow.
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Date: 2007-01-31 12:04 am (UTC)Wow. That is quite a history
Date: 2007-02-02 04:35 am (UTC)I come from a family that loved music and dance. I was the odd one in my family for not liking to dance. My mother was a jazz drummer and played piano by ear. My brother played rock drums in the early 60s.
I, the oddball, played guitar. Well, Guitar, flute, piccolo, recorder, etc. I also sang in choral and madrigal groups and theater. But though my mom was into jazz, I really got my biggest musical buzz as a kid from classical. Ok, I admit that mom's Dave Brubeck stuff fascinated me, but JSB, Ravel, Smetna, and the Fantasia works like Night on Bald Mountain and Beethoven's Sixth, Stravinski's Sacre de Printemps were records I eventually wore out.
There were a couple of rock bands like Cream and Led Zep that appealed to the blues lover in me. But it didn't supplant classical, which by that time included Prokofiev, Bernstein, Wm Russo, Ives and Ruggles.
I got back into rock hard when I heard a peice by 'Yes' on the local alternative radio in St. Louis -- KSHE. It was a song that almost no one has heard by them as it is on their obscure first American self titled album. It is a cover of a Stephen Stills song called 'Everydays.' It was followed by their cover of Paul Simon's 'America,' and I was hooked.
Then I discovered King Crimson. OMG.
See if you can find a copy of the 'Discipline' album, and listen to Thela hun gingeet, and Indiscipline. Indiscipline is my favorite bicycling music. But then how can you not love pedalling to a song in 10/8?
About that time I discovered madrigals, early instrumental music, and I went back to playing stuff written before my birth, way before my birth. Dowland, Narvaez, Milan, Sanz, Machaut, Mudarra, I never met a lute composer I didn't like.
Somewhere in there I built a lap harp, and got into Alan Stivell, Fairport Convention, Steeleye Span, and all them garlic folk songs.
THE NEW STUFF.
In my grownup listening years a few of the groups I found fascinating - Kate Bush, They Might Be Giants, Peter Gabriel, ****Soul Coughing**** and M. Doughty, the genius poet/songwriter thereof, The President's of the United States of America. Of these, I think you will love Kate Bush and Doughty for their lyrical power and range of expressiveness, both vocally, and instrumentally.
Songs I really think you need--
Kate Bush -- The Man with the Child in his eyes -- Keep it open -- The Song of Solomon
Soul Coughing -- St. Louise is Listening - Screenwriters Blues - True Dreams of Wichita - Soft Serve
M. Doughty - He has so many great songs, i am at a temporary lost to reduce the list...
Even now with my hearing problems, I still love music, it is just a lot more bittersweet when I can't play guitar/lute/vihuela anymore. It is a love affair with some tears attached.
But despite the crackle and hiss, the music in my head is still clear. So many great performances are locked in this defective brain. Their perfection is almost Platonic, having lost all of their dross by virtue of surviving the stroke.
There is a whole universe with strange, wonderful creatures of time, sound and silence you need to experience. I hope you brought your appetite.