Suddenly, if there's one album cover Malcolm wants to frame, and hang on the wall, it's Joni Mitchell's Clouds.
The notion started somewhere, climbing up, looking down on the County Down:
Rows and flows of angel hair,When Malcolm reached home, plugged in, flicked through iTunes ....
And ice cream castles in the air,
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way ...
Aaargh!
It was one of the albums that went AWOL in the Great Hard Drive Collapse.
With a bit of searching: here it is. On the original 1969 vinyl. With a bit of forethought, it would have been close your eyes and enjoy, for about 38 minutes of that flight, voice and guitar only.
And before Clouds, there's:
- a Presidential daughter (or is that Judy Collins's version?);
- the Song About the Midway (that should be about right for over the Isle of Man);
- Songs to Aging Children (is that Birmingham down there?);
- and ... finally ... what you've been waiting for, Both Sides Now. Just right as you descend from the East Midlands into Essex and Stansted.
The self-portrait from the album cover, when we and the world was young, hadn't left your mind at all. Had it? Sphere: Related Content
2 comments:
Stick to the blasted alphabet or you'll never do it !
Fret not, my young Cambrian friend.
Later this month I'm off to Italy for a few days. I'll need place-fillers for that.
Futhermore, if you consider the matter, sequence has reached B for Blue. Now, can you imagine how much bile and spleen is required properly to deal with "Blueshirts"?
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