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Joni's Inward Journeys Print-ready version

by Lynn Van Matre
Chicago Tribune
February 22, 1972
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First off, I've got to say I've never been a card-carrying, dues-paying member of the Joni Mitchell cult. A fellow traveler, maybe, caught like everybody else on the carrousel of time of her Circle Game. With her, seeing life From Both Sides Now. Sympathizing with her Urge for Going or appreciating the guy who Played Real Good For Free. But when Joni Mitchell's songs leave the concrete streets and realities, however nebulous, of life and head up the canyons of her mind on increasingly personal and less empathetic paths, following them has always seemed like more trouble than it's worth.

In the last year or so Joni Mitchell's songs have become more and more introspective, it seems, their delicate and contrived imagery, coming as usual, in the helter-skelter phrasing that only she seems to be able to come up with - and, it must be said, carry it off. Last night at Arie Crown, her wide-ranging, ever-changing voice skittered like a butterfly over her mercurial melodies, somehow making all the words fit in around her piano, dulcimer, or guitar chords. And if they won't fit in, well, just make the line a little longer. It is a distinctive style, one that somehow suits her, and turns the lack of discipline into an asset.

Joni Mitchell's other assets are numerous: Physically attractive, she has a kind of fragile blond beauty that fits into blue denim as well as the velvet she chose last night, and a beautiful stage presence as well.

It is the fragility of expression in her music, however, that many seem to find so appealing. She skimmed thru some of her old material, but not enough of the Chelsea Morning or Urge for Going variety to suit me. Instead, she had some new songs to sing, things with ambiguous titles and more ambiguous messages. The finale, however, was far more down to earth. With Steve Goodman hustled up from ringside, concert-opener Jackson Browne back on stage along with a couple of her roadie crew, Joni and the audience - all standing now, and the house lights on - joined in Circle Game, the song everyone had been asking for all night. We got it, and it was a nice ending. And if Joni Mitchell leaves the canyons of my mind empty with her travels into her own, it was still good to see so many people following her on her inward journeys and, perhaps, ending up somewhere they wanted to be.

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