How Joni Mitchell Wrote “Woodstock,” the Song that Defined the Legendary Music Festival, Even Though She Wasn’t There (1969)


You know what?: I have enough of the Fu,,,ng stuff called; trademark!

As I remember, in the end of the 60’s I was about 17th years old and was one a few western companion of the “Hippy-time in that period, in which the Shah’s regime tried to keep the relationship to the west but in a controlled way.

in this situation, I got the moving in the west; Love. Peace, Freedom.

I had a hard way to look after it and also to fight against the mute people around. we were a few in those days but very powerful!

Anyway, I know this song by the C. S. N&Y and I get to know that it is written by another one. I really don’t care though, I am happy it is written by a woman ❤

So, in my opinion there is not the matter of who take the winner card. It is a wonderful song which described us all:

We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

Via ;

Among the slew of iconic late-60s acts who played Woodstock 50 years ago, one name stands out conspicuously for her absence: Joni Mitchell. Was she not invited? Did she decline? Was she double-booked? Mitchell was, of course, invited, and eagerly wanted to be there. The story of her non-appearance involves alarming headlines in The New York Times and an appearance on The Dick Cavett Show the day after the festival that her manager, Elliot Roberts and label head David Geffen, decided she simply couldn’t miss.

Her significant other at the time, Graham Nash, reached the upstate New York festival with CSNY, “by helicopter and a stolen truck hot-wired by Neil Young,” reports the site Nightflight. But Geffen and Mitchell, seeing the headline “400,000 People Sitting in Mud,” and a description of the roads as “so clogged with cars that concertgoers were abandoning them and walking,” decided they shouldn’t take the risk. (She described the scene as a “national disaster area.”) Instead, they watched news about the mud-splattered event from Geffen’s New York City apartment (other accounts say they holed up in the Plaza Hotel).

So how is it Mitchell came to write the definitive Woodstock anthem, with its era-defining lyric “we’ve got to get ourselves back the garden”? In the way of all artists—she watched, listened, and used her imagination to conjure a scene she only knew of secondhand. CSNY’s version of “Woodstock” (live, below, at Madison Square Garden in 2009) is the one we tend to hear most and remember, but Mitchell’s—her voice soaring high above her piano—best conveys the song’s sense of youthful hippie idealism, mystical wonder, and just a touch of desperation. (At the top, she plays the song live in Big Sur in 1969.) David Yaffe, author of Reckless Daughter: A Portrait of Joni Mitchell describes the song as “purgation. It is an omen that something very, very bad will happen with the mud dries and the hippies go home.”

Mitchell did make the Cavett Show gig, alongside Stephen Stills, David Crosby, and Jefferson Airplane, all just returning from the festival. But she didn’t have much to say. Instead, the gregarious Crosby does most of the talking, describing Woodstock as “incredible, probably the strangest thing that’s ever happened in the world.” Surveying the scene from a helicopter, he says, was like seeing “an encampment of a Macedonian army on a Greek hill crossed with the biggest batch of gypsies you ever saw.” Later on the show, Mitchell played “Chelsea Morning” and other songs, after performances by Jefferson Airplane.

“The deprivation of not being able to go,” she remembered, “provided me with an intense angle” on the festival. “Woodstock, for some reason, impressed me as being a modern miracle, like a modern-day fishes-and-loaves story. For a herd of people that large to cooperate so well, it was pretty remarkable and there was tremendous optimism. So I wrote the song ‘Woodstock’ out of these feelings, and the first three times I performed it in public, I burst into tears, because it brought back the intensity of the experience and was so moving.”

She did finally get the chance to play “Woodstock” at Woodstock, in 1998 (above, on electric guitar), for an appreciative long-haired, tie-dyed audience—many of them nostalgic for a moment they missed or were too young to have experienced. The performance highlights the “sense of longing that became essential to the song’s impact,” as Leah Rosenzweig writes at Vinyl Me, Please. “Sure, it was the irony of the century”: the song that best captured Woodstock for the people who weren’t there was written by someone who wasn’t there. “But it was also a perfect recipe for Mitchell to do what she did best: draw humans together while remaining completely on the sidelines.”

Related Content:

Watch Joni Mitchell’s Classic Performances of “Both Sides Now” & “The Circle Game” (1968)

See Classic Performances of Joni Mitchell from the Very Early Years–Before She Was Even Named Joni Mitchell (1965/66)

Young Joni Mitchell Performs a Hit-Filled Concert in London (1970)

Josh Jones is a writer and musician based in Durham, NC. Follow him 


Thassos, Greece (2)


Hi dear friends, it is again weekend and I can try to continue telling about my holidays trip to beautiful Greece.

Of course, I must tell you about my shocking moment yesterday, as I finished my work happily to begin my lovely work on my PC but couldn’t believe the screen on the monitor before my eyes show a blue shit and telling me that the Windows couldn’t get opened and it needs a repair! 😲

I just optimistically clicked on the repair button but after a few minutes got the info; Windows can’t be repaired! I tried many times with no positive result. 😒

I tell you how I missed my brother in this terrible minutes more than ever because he was a genius also in what so ever mattering on PC.

Anyway, I dared to try by myself (whom else!) and finally got the way to restore it again 🙂 😜

So! Now to the story; to put it bluntly, I am not a man of much activity 😏 I mean a little bit lazy 😎 but my wife is a kind of action; she can’t stay inactive just maybe for getting rest! Therefore, when we get together on a vacation, she plans all the “Activities” on the journey and I confess that I’m happy about that; it brings me to move. (look! She is eight years younger than me.) 😁😂

The first few days we have stayed in our place to get the common view around us then she put the first activity; On the search of the Old Wall of the Town, which was intact long time ago and now was apart and one must track down this at the edge of the city; Regina, my wife has always a relevant book about our aiming place in which we want to spend our vacation and there was a mini scribble about the old wall and where it begins and get forwards.

On this small map it looked so easy and also the beginning with the God & the Goddess of all Gods; Zeus & Hera it looked all so fine. But I tell you after that the way didn’t get so easily straight ahead, it got straight upwards!!

But I tell you, as It went higher and higher, I found it more enjoyable. It was really a wonderful adventure as we must try to find the next step to go further; it was not marked or no shields to show the right way, and after we went downwards on the other side of the height, we’ve found out that there is the comfortable, touristic shown way to climb! But I’m happy that we didn’t know it and we began from the unknown side 😉 though, we’ve got it happily and successfully. 🙂

Now there are some pics about this adventure, hopping you’d enjoy 🙂 ❤

me-Lady is waiting for me 😀
And I’m waiting now 😉

there we’d got the top!
A very beautiful Butterfly.
Now getting downwards
I am not tired 😉
There we are on the earth again ❤

Thank You ❤

Love is a dangerous pleasure


Lance Sheridan

I slept, say with a snake
Occasioned to a trembling,
Each breath breaking into little pieces
Compressed and sealed in a white box
Sewn into my heart;
It makes the shape so heavy
And no melody harder.

I begged for mercy in places not empty
Spread thinner by a cause and a doubt,
He established the color quite cunning
Slender grey with black and red ribbon,
I concentrated on the illusion not to shatter;
Its exaggeration was strangely flattering.

His hands were a sad size for choking
Every bit precocious,
A kind of game and nothing flat on a neck
Everything breaking,
Life once a splendid address
Cut, cut into white
White so lately.

My life toppled and the tears rained down
A void appall till I drowned,
Love knows not of death
Till the sharp scythe of jealousy hacks away;
I was rationed for a day for a week,

View original post 15 more words

The Delta Pearl 3 — Face


Teagan's Books

Saturday, August 17, 2019

Welcome, my chuckaboos!  Even though we don’t see one another face-to-face, I do feel you are my dear friends.

jenna-coleman-as-emeraudeJenna Coleman, my original Émeraude

Regardless of physical appeal — and I acknowledge the endlessly different standards of beauty, faces are usually important to how we imagine stories.  Whether we’re writing tales or reading them, seeing a character’s face helps. No matter whether it is handsome or ugly.

When I found the steampunk image that is the basis for the cover of The Delta Pearl, the woman made me think of Jenna Coleman, pictured above.  I saw her as Émeraude.

However, as I began this serial, a re-write of the unfinished novel (and revamped the look of this blog), I ran across the image of the steampunk girl in my banner. (Thank you Pixabay.)  The young girl in my banner reminded me of the Claudia Donovan…

View original post 2,319 more words

#writing #music: #western #soundtracks by #composers @jayandmolly, @carterburwell, @MEnnioMorricone, #HarryGregsonWilliams, #JamesHorner, #ElmerBernstein, and #LeonardCohen


Jean Lee's World

Once upon a time in the Midwest, a teacher told his 6th grade class to pipe down and watch something for social studies time.

Yay, a movie! we all think.

Only it wasn’t a movie at all. It was the Civil War miniseries by Ken Burns.

Now like many preteens, I was initially ecstatic to have something on a television screen during the school day. But also like many preteens, I was not what one would call appreciative of this thorough analysis of the Civil War. In fact, to keep myself from falling asleep, I’d count how many times “Ashokan Farewell” would play. (I distinctly remember reaching seven times in one episode.)

This was, you could say, my introduction to western period music.

To be clear, I’m not trying to denigrate Jay Ungar in any fashion. This is a beautiful string piece full of love and mourning. At one point…

View original post 904 more words

The Splendour of Córdoba



“Córdoba is not a decadent town, one of those haughty cities languishing in its own past, in which life becomes stifled. It maintains its own elegant poise, made of the web of dreams and the substance of time itself. There are places here which seem to contain the entire essence of the universe hidden and untouched.”

Antonio Muñoz Molina (1)

It is very easy to forget which century we are in while walking through the streets of the old town of Córdoba. There is an intellectual nimbus that crowns this city of great minds: Seneca in the Roman times, the Muslim Averroës, masterful commentator on Aristotle, and the Jewish Maimonides, called the greatest Jewish sage since the biblical Moses, all walked these streets. The cultural legacy of Muslim Spain still dazzles.

The Roman Bridge and the roof of the Mezquita in the distance

Córdoba was the capital of Muslim Spain…

View original post 847 more words

There Are No Excuses Under The Sun For Inaction


Have We Had Help?


People make me laugh. Whenever you call them out over something, nine times out of ten they will have an excuse for their inaction. A dear friend of mine who shall remain genderless and nameless came up with the absolute classic today – ‘I don’t have time’. That one is usually accompanied by another equally feeble excuse – ‘I’ll get around to it’. Yeh right, pull the other one!

I had made my mind up to give the individual in question a signed copy of my latest science fiction novella – The Guardian to thank them for their unwavering friendship to me over the years. To begin with it took them just over two weeks to wander round the corner from their home to where I live, to collect it. They went away assuring me that they would read it. That was a week ago. Considering the novella is eighty…

View original post 233 more words