Excellent Rose! Thank you so much for sharing that information. The first time I ever met Joni, (1969) a bunch of us were waiting outside the backstage door after the show. They weren't going to let us in to see her, and one girl in the crowd of 25 or so told the security gaurd, "I have a picture of this nun who's a friend of Joni's. She's really sick and I need to get this picture to her." I actually saw the photo and the nun belonged to the same order that taught me. Security guard took the pic, came back a few minutes later, gave it to her with Joni's autograph on the back. The girl wailed, "No, I have to GIVE it to her." He relented, opened the door and we filed in....and there was siquomb.
So you see, a nun played a part in my meeting Joni for the first time! Best regards, Gary [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: > > In a message dated 12/13/01 9:15:48 AM Eastern Standard Time, > [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: > > > . I always liked nuns too........at least > > most that I was taught by > > Speaking of nuns: Today's articles Dec 13th > She conveyed this feeling through her manager, Elliott Roberts, as she left > her Los Angeles home for a month-long vacation in Canada. Roberts said his > client would spend most of that time with her family in Saskatchewan, > performing only once during the month, at what he called "a nunsb convention > near Toronto." > > Not counting the performance for the nuns - one of whom was reported to be a > close friend of hers - Miss Mitchell will appear in the U.S. only five more > times. > > and then there were those pink nuns in Philadelphia > Remember Kakki, I think it was you who posted a link to their web site? > http://www.fairmount1.com/pink.html > > A Melody In Your Name > by Joni Mitchell Can you still remember how it all began? > With clipper ships and pink electric trees, > Dawnlight on a skyline bridges' span, > Street light on a rooftop memory. > Then it was me and spring came, > Playing a song of spring rain, > A melody in your name. > Night now comes much bluer than it used to be. > The pink nun sings much sadder than before. > She sings that sometimes things aren't what they > Seem to be, like moons reflected on the sixteenth floor. > Love is no more, it's ended. > Paper and pins won't mend it; > Even the moon pretended. > There must be a reason, oh, there must be one. > Keep your answers, let me find my own. > Where do pretty stories get their endings from > If loving always leaves you all alone? > Kisses have shown me sorrow; > Love is a throne to borrow; > Pay for the loan tomorrow.
