Bon Voyage to all JMDLers traveling to Toronto, Canada (Oh Canada!) for the Harbourfront Joni Tribute! Like Cinderella, I wish I were going to the ball. Maybe someone will take video of Joni unveiling her star on the Canadian Walk of Fame (noon today, in front of the Royal Alexandra Theatre, 260 King St. W., Toronto) for those of us who aren't so blessed as to be able to be there. Photos, too, please. Plenty of Photos. :-)
Here's a little hodge-podge of JC snippets from the media to snack on, gang: John Kelly will be doing his harolded Joni tribute at Fez in New York City this Saturday night: FEZ UNDER TIME CAFE. John Kelly's Shiny Hot Nights: More Songs of Joni Mitchell, VaVa Voom Room, late show, Saturday, 380 Lafayette St., NYC 212-533-2680. A funny from the Boston Globe re: the recent Vanity Fair cover picturing Joni among others: "It's always peculiar to see a dozen or so musicians from different eras and genres, most of them cover-worthy by themselves, all gathered together for the fold-out front of Vanity Fair's Music Issue. The star wattage is blinding, the posing is painfully precise, and you can't help but wonder about the long day of the shoot, with Beck mingling with Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott while David Bowie makes sure the pancake reaches the bottom of his cleavage. You just know the chain-smoking Joni Mitchell flicked an ash or two at Jewel, one of the sort of early-Joni imitators whom she has so openly scorned. And standing on the sidelines would be Emmylou Harris, with her cowpoke jeans and her fabulous gray mane." >From the Las Vegas Review-Journal review of a 10/14 James Taylor concert at Mandalay >Bay Events Center, with content for Victor and colin: "There's been talk that Taylor's Las Vegas visit came at the end of his final tour. We'll see. He's only 53. Whatever the case, Taylor wiped his brow (was he crying or just sweating?) at the end of the night and said, 'Take care of yourselves and one another, and try to stay out of trouble.' That's good advice. Some of Taylor's friends and peers in the excellent 1970s genre of sensitive singer-songwriting have not always stayed that course. Carole King, who was the songwriting queen, has been gone too long, though she has a new Gap ad on TV. Carly Simon descended into making smarmy movie soundtrack songs that win Oscars. Nick Drake, the king of sorrow, killed himself after three albums, the bastard. Jim Croce, dead. Harry Chapin, dead. Cat Stevens, dead to the American scene. Judy Collins, who knows? Joni Mitchell, well, she was always too daring for this category, really." That's all, folks! Have a great weekend, everyone. Looking forward to reports from the North. -Julius np: Clouds
