I decided to launch a new series to imagine myself as a critic at the end of the 60s and start of the 70s, and to rectify certain reviews from Rolling Stone magazine and Creem. This not meant to be contrarian, but to offer a more balanced perspective. All the albums reviewed are indeed classic albums.
Joni
Mitchell – Ladies Of The Canyon
(1970)
*****
Producer:
Joni Mitchell
Musicians:
Joni Mitchell, Teresa Adams, Paul Horn, Jim Horn, Milt Holland, David Crosby, Steven
Stills, Graham Nash
Songs:
Morning Morgantown, For Free, Conservation, Ladies Of The Canyon, Willy, The Arrangement,
Rainy Night House, The Priest, Blue Boy, Big Yellow Taxi, Woodstock, The Circle
Game
Reviewed
By Matthew Anthony Allair
I rarely use the phrase ‘astonishing’, but Joni Mitchell’s new album is a marked evolution from Song To A Seagull or Clouds. Her songbird range has not diminished, and there’s an inventiveness to acoustic playing that is shimmering. There’s the added element of her piano work that is featured solely on certain tracks, or acts as extra orientation, but she’s added other players too to give extra color. None of this is any different Dylan started to use outside musicians circa 64 or 65, but the cumulative impression is that these elements add an extra sophistication to her music. Her presence as the producer gives her extra control to be relaxed and creative, and this has been a wise choice. She is a talent that is creating her own world after all, like all great artists before. I have seen a small of percentage critics that have been dismissive of her and I find that baffling. She might very be one of the most naturally gifted artists working at the moment. This might be for everyone, but I think the vast majority will find this accessible.
The spiritually translucent “Morning Morgantown” evokes the painting of small down life, the acoustics lull brightly and Joni’s piano accents enforce the point of the lyrics. Her piano work is sensitive and evokes the somber quality of the lyrics in “For Free” as she observes a street musician, a cello adds flavor, and a clarinet illustrates the street minstrel. The lively “Conversation” is a kind of shared whisper or secret about a friend who is in troubled relationship, a comment of ambivalent situations that feels very real. The flutes and baritone horn adds a playful element that belies the subject. The title track has a lovely quality, her harmonies are nearly angelic. The pensive piano work of “Willy” has a wistful, and sophisticated feeling.
The mood
on side two is furthered with the introspective piano of “The Arrangement”, a
track that paints a vivid image of a struggling person. There’s a sweetness to
the piano work on “Rainy Night House” as much as it’s a confessional of a woman
who is more complicated than assumed. The acoustic “The Priest” is supported by
some light percussion which seems to reference a past memory. The acoustic piano
is brought back one last time for the lovely “Boy Blue”, often these songs seem
to reflect on regret in various guises. The closing trio of songs are magical
and probably the best group of closers for an album I have seen. The up-tempo “Big
Yellow Tazi” has become the perennial single, an ecological lament on progress,
but it has such a joyful sad quality, the tasteful percussion adds extra life. The
moody “Woodstock” is a reflection on that already seminal festival with a dark electric
piano with vibrato places you in a certain space. The closer “The Circle Game”
is magical with its acoustic framing and the choruses of Crosby, Stills and
Nash, an illusion of a boy who grows from various ages that could represent
anyone, that enforces the idea that time should seen as a friend and ally as
grow up. It’s all relative, as we renew ourselves at each stage. Remarkable
work.







