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17 December 2017updated 09 Sep 2021 5:55pm

David Mitchell on Blue by Joni Mitchell: “It’s art, so it’s ageless”

From the Long Players series: writers on their most cherished albums.

By David Mitchell

Buying an unheard LP was a risk in the pre-Spotify age. A dud left you with gambler’s despair. The reward for striking gold, however, was a who-dared-won joy rarely tasted by young musical explorers nowadays, I suspect. The day after my last A-level in 1987 I bought a cassette of Joni Mitchell’s Blue at a long-vanished record shop in Great Malvern chiefly because a girl I liked had mentioned it. Putting the cassette into my Walkman rip-off and hoping for the best, I set off home along the hills.

Good God. The next 35 minutes transformed my understanding of what songs could do and what singers could be. First, Joni Mitchell’s voice is made of contradictions: it warbles with vibrato but is astringent and harsh, too; it’s acrobatic yet grounded; vulnerable yet indestructible; mannered and octave-straddling, yet also as natural as breathing or speech.

Secondly, the instrumentation. The five-a-side of songs on Blue are stripped back to a guitar with atypical tunings; an Appalachian dulcimer drone (me neither); a lick of percussion or slide guitar; and a piano. That’s your lot. The lack of clutter makes space both for the voice to bloom and for my “thirdly”: the album’s consummate lyrics.

Reflecting the 28-year-old songwriter’s romantic liaisons, many lines describe the joy and pain of love: “Oh you’re in my blood like holy wine/You taste so bitter and so sweet/Oh I could drink a case of you, darling/And I would still be on my feet.” The ennui of success and excess is well represented: “Well there’s 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.” Elsewhere, rhymes seem to occur just for the hell of it: “Richard got married to a figure skater/And he bought her a dishwasher and coffee percolator.”

The songs on Blue are pages torn from a raw autobiography. The ache in the song “Little Green” is palpable without knowing that the girl in the song is the daughter that Mitchell, as a young single mother, gave up for adoption: though the ache is trebled by knowing. This naked honesty in music was new to me until I heard Blue (and to Kris Kristofferson, whose response to the album was reportedly, “Joni! Keep something of yourself!”). The notion that, in art, nakedness is armour was new to me until I heard Blue. Truthful songs of female experience and female agency were, likewise, new to me until I heard Blue. (Kate Bush a sole exception.) Time and the changing world have not been kind to many albums that were important to me as a kid, but Blue is art, so Blue is ageless.

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This article appears in the 08 Dec 2020 issue of the New Statesman, Christmas special