Joni Mitchell, in the foreword to "Morning Glory on the Vine," her new book of lyrics and illustrations, explains that, in the early nineteen-seventies, just as her fervent and cavernous folk songs were finding a wide audience, she was growing less interested in making music than in drawing. "Once when I was sketching my audience in Central Park, they had to drag me onto the stage," she writes. Though Mitchell is deeply beloved for her music - her album "Blue" is widely considered one of the greatest LPs of the album era and is still discussed, nearly fifty years later, in reverent, almost disbelieving whispers - she has consistently defined herself as a visual artist. "I have always thought of myself as a painter derailed by circumstance," she told the Globe and Mail, in 2000. At the very least, painting was where she directed feelings of wonderment and relish. "I sing my sorrow and I paint my joy," is how she put it.
"Blue" was released in June of 1971. That fall, Mitchell gathered more than thirty drawings and watercolors in a ring binder and paired them with handwritten lyrics and bits of poetry. With the help of her manager and agent, she had the book hand-bound in Los Angeles, in an edition of a hundred. "They gave it to a Japanese fellow who used pale blue and silver foil on the cover and made it look, to me, like a bridal book," Mitchell told me recently, in an e-mail. She called it "The Christmas Book" and gave it to her close friends as a holiday gift. This is the first time "The Christmas Book," now titled "Morning Glory on the Vine," has been widely available to the public. (It will be released on October 22nd.) "I always wanted to redo it and simplify the presentation, and we finally did," she told me. Mitchell, who is seventy-five, has spoken about her struggles with Morgellons disease, and, in 2015, she had a brain aneurysm. But she remains cool, almost sanguine, about her legacy and its reverberations. "Work is meant to be seen," she writes in the foreword. Why wouldn't she share?
"Morning Glory on the Vine" is warm and tactile in a way that feels consonant with Mitchell's songwriting. Many of her best tracks include precise, tantalizing details about home, both in the theoretical sense - home as a sort of broad, needling idea of comfort - and as a literal place, where a person stores her books and teacups and hiking boots. The latter felt vaguely radical in the nineteen-seventies; now it is increasingly sweet and rare to hear ordinary things like sweaters, coasters, brass bedposts, and white linens memorialized with such care and delicacy.
As the culture becomes more virtually oriented, music has, in some ways, started to feel less narratively tethered to place, which makes it striking to notice again how much of Mitchell's work from this era is directly tied to Laurel Canyon, a wooded, mountainous section of the Hollywood Hills that, in the nineteen-sixties and seventies, nurtured a cabal of folksingers and artists. (Graham Nash, Mitchell's partner at the time, wrote "Our House," which was recorded by Crosby, Stills & Nash in 1970, about the cozy, bohemian home that he shared with Mitchell there, on Lookout Mountain Avenue.) Mitchell made some drawings of their dining room: the view from the window, a basket of apples, flowers in a glass vase, her calico cat lounging on a pillow. They're rich and abundant, saturated with deep, earthy color.
I asked Mitchell, who was born in Alberta, Canada, what it felt like to be in Laurel Canyon then - what brought her there, and why she stayed. "Well, prior to living in Laurel Canyon, I had been living in New York, in Chelsea, and it was noisy, and I was surrounded by gray concrete," she said. "There was a concrete-block church there with a gold statue of a saint. Coming to California to look for a record deal with my then manager was like coming to the country, and Laurel Canyon was especially appealing to me because it was like where I came from. It was like the cottages at the lake, you know - it wasn't adult housing. There was just something so warm and friendly and rustic about the Canyon," she continued. "It was a beautiful place to me at the time, so I was happy to be there. It was a creative time. I was in a good relationship."
It's still important to Mitchell that the space she occupies reflects something about her aesthetic and her spirit. "I'm in a much bigger house now, which is good because I've turned it into an art gallery," she told me. "I have lots of wall space to hang my paintings. I like to do my own decorating, and I like color around me, and both the little Laurel Canyon house and this house are very homey and comfortable."
"Court and Spark."Art work by Joni Mitchell, from "Morning Glory on the Vine" / Courtesy Houghton Mifflin Harcourt I became engrossed in Mitchell's drawings while browsing the book - they're vivid, intimate - but her handwritten lyrics and poems are just as revelatory. It's hard not to think about art-making of any kind as an alchemical process, in which feelings and experiences go in and something else comes out. Whatever happens in between is mysterious, if not sublime: suddenly, an ordinary sensation is made beautiful. Our most profound writers do this work with ease, or at least appear to. Mitchell's lyrics are never overworked or self-conscious, and she manages to be precise in her descriptions while remaining ambiguous about what's right and what's wrong; in her songs, the cures and the diseases are sometimes indistinguishable. She often characterizes romantic love as a kind of sublime balm - as the best way to dull the blues of living - but she is endlessly frank about its limitations and challenges. She is also funny and weird and playful, tinkering with language, pressing further into an image or scene. In "Matalla Moon" - named after a series of Neolithic sandstone caves on the Greek island of Crete, which Mitchell also writes about in her song "Carey" - she ends with a goofy, mischievous verse:
The asshole has me sleeping on the floor
All night small thieves run in and out the door
Rip us off for cheese
And all the dayold beanstew
They can score
I wondered how Mitchell went about turning those feelings - of gratitude, of ache, of displacement - into music, and if there are ever times in her life when she wished she might have been a little less tapped into them. Vulnerability can be generative, even therapeutic, but it can be scary, too. "At the beginning, I was a bit afraid that I was being too open," she admitted. "Mostly it was the men around me, the other singer-songwriters that made me feel that way. You know, 'Save something of yourself, Joni.' Because they would never dare be that open, they made me feel slightly ashamed. But, as time rolls on and I get the feedback from the people who enjoyed the work, who saw themselves in it, I realized that anything that I felt was pretty universal, and so there was no real risk taken in baring my soul the way I did."
A handful of young and successful pop singers - Harry Styles, Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey - have released music that is either explicitly indebted to Mitchell's discography or shares its spirit and intention. Her particular poetry has trickled down in extraordinary ways. "Morning Glory on the Vine" feels like an extension of Mitchell's already considerable reach - it's a way of better understanding what she found beautiful, and worth holding onto. It is also a reassuring, almost palliative object on its own: these drawings and writings, arranged so artfully and carefully, feel like an anchor in an increasingly unsteady world. They worked that way for Mitchell, and now she hopes they'll work that way for us.
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