So I'm sitting here in the apartment without pants, listening to Joni Mitchell music.
I'm sure there's a metaphor in there somewhere.
But all I can think about is that scene in Love Actually where Emma Thomson's character realizes that her husband is having an affair. And she's just an emotional lump of hurt-bag, listening to Joni Mitchell. The woman who taught that cold-English wife how to feel.
But allllll these youtube comment boards keep talking about how sad it is that Joni Mitchell is dead.
What?
Don't fret people. I googled it for ya, and Joni Mitchell is very much alive and well.
Jeeze, I'd kill to interview her.
And continuing with your musical education, here's a hit from Woodstock '69.
Soulful. Passionate. He exudes sex.
But can it compare to... this?
The comments section on this one keep giggling about the line, "I get high with a little help from my friends."
McCartney's attitude about cannabis was made public in the 1960s.
What's so wrong with that?
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