Richard Harrington writes: >several [songs] are >clumsily re-imagined. Case in point: "Woodstock" is slowed to a funereal >pace that subverts the original meaning and spirit of the song, replacing >fragile celebration with weary melancholy. Mitchell seems to distance >herself from the past, now singing, "I know we're stardust / I think we're >golden." Thirty-three years ago, she was more confident in her generation's >humanity.
But isn't that exactly the point being made in the new version? The fragile celebration of our youth that was embodied by Woodstock *has* been replaced by the weary melancholy of life in these days of "high late capitalism" as James Taylor calls them. Seems to me like she nails it. -Fred
