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Joni Mitchell


I am surrounded by all of Joni's music once again. I had tapes and CDs for many of these albums but they all got lost along the way. I repurchased about 6 albums on the Amazon cloud. But now I see that virtually her entire catalogue has joined the YouTube pantheon. Joni is and always will be my favorite artist of all. She gives a voice to what I'm feeling. She helped me find myself as a young adult, and beyond. In the midst of pain, she shows me the beauty. Joni's music is love, pain, beauty, yearning, confessions, anguish, leaving, American culture, and intellect all at once. She sits with me in my loneliness. She sees the voices inside me and coaxes them out..will not allow me to leave my own stories untold. With her, I celebrate and fulfill all that I am.

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