Upon the small white bed, I fell into a dream, You sat up all the night and watched me, To see, who in the world I might be.
I have never really followed the herd much, and in many respects I end up running away from it in the opposite direction. In the early 1990s, while most of my friends were listening to the music pouring out of Seattle, I could be seen wandering the streets with Joni Mitchell albums under my arm. I did this in the hope of attracting sensitive, poetical, guitar-playing Californian women, not exactly one of my best ideas. One such under arm purchase was Ladies of the Canyon.
This album is one of the few instances I can think of where side 2 of the album (yes kids we are talking vinyl here, please keep up) is much better than side 1. The first three tracks on Side 2 are immense (Rainy Night House, The Priest and Blue Boy) and, for me, show Joni at her best, intimate and personal. In fact they are so good I have just been playing them over and over again tonight.
Hidden gem; Rainy Night House
Micro review; Another album that sounds infinitely better in the rain.