Down in the cellar in the Boho zone
I went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh well
Just another hard time band
With Negro affectations
I was a hopeful in rooms like this
When I was working cheap
It's an old romance the Boho dance
It hasn't gone to sleep
But even on the scuffle
The cleaner's press was in my jeans
And any eye for detail
Caught a little lace along the seams
And you were in the parking lot
Subterranean by your own design
The virtue of your style inscribed
On your contempt for mine
Jesus was a beggar, he was rich in grace
And Solomon kept his head in all his glory
It's just that some steps outside the Boho dance *
Have a fascination for me
A camera pans the cocktail hour
Behind a blind of potted palms
And finds a lady in a Paris dress
With runs in her nylons
You read those books where luxury
Comes as a guest to take a slave
Books where artists in noble poverty
Go like virgins to the grave
Don't you get sensitive on me
'Cause I know you're just too proud
You couldn't step outside the Boho dance now
Even if good fortune allowed
Like a priest with a pornographic watch
Looking and longing on the sly
Sure it's stricken from your uniform
But you can't get it out of your eyes
Nothing is capsulized in me
On either side of town
The streets were never really mine
Not mine these glamour gowns
© 1975; Crazy Crow Music
Not that knowing any of this is important to appreciating Joni's work, but I do like placing Joni in context, as opposed to her seeming to create in a vacuum. So now when rereading The Painted Word with Joni's Boho Dance in mind, some quotes jump out at me:
"...the [art mating] ritual has two phases: (1) The Boho Dance, in which the artist shows his stuff within the circles, coteries, movements, isms, of the home neighborhood, bohemia itself, as if he doesn't care about anything else; as if, in fact, he has a knife in his teeth against the fashionable world uptown. (2) The Consummation, in which culterati from that very same world, le monde, scout the various new movements and new artists of bohemia, select those who seem the most exciting, original, important, by whatever standards -- and shower them with all the rewards of celebrity."
Wolfe then describes Picasso as an artist who excelled at this art mating ritual, compared to Picasso's friend Georges Braque, who is really the one who came up with Cubism:
"...here we have the classic demonstration of the artist who knows how to double-track his way from the Boho Dance to the Consummation as opposed to the artist who gets stuck forever in the Boho Dance. This is an ever-present hazard of the art mating ritual. Truly successful double-tracking requires the artist to be a sincere and committed performer in *both roles.* Many artists become so dedicated to bohemian values, internalize their antibourgeois feelings so profoundly, that they are unable to cut loose, let go ... and submit gracefully to good fortune; the sort of artist, and his name is Legion, who always comes to the black-tie openings at the Museum of Modern Art wearing a dinner jacket and paint-spattered Levis's . . . *I'm still a virgin!*"
One verse especially seems to come from this paragraph, although Joni's words are so much richer. Joni's conclusion is that she's not involved in this art mating ritual at all: "The streets were never really mine. Not mine these glamour gowns." Is that because she was making music, instead of showing her artwork? At first I thought this song went beyond the art world and was about anyone getting stuck in a certain lifestyle, even if it's hurtful. But maybe she WAS just talking about the visual arts. Most of the song is criticizing someone else. It does seem like she's aloof and separate from the Boho Dance, not that she's learned how to do it comfortably herself. Hmmm, is this actually a song about Joni's relationship to the art world?
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Shlivewitz on :
"the boho dance" is one of my most valued lyrics in terms of joni, who absolutely keeps me breathing fresh air...when I hear her sing "don't you get sensitive on me, I know you're much too proud, you couldn't step outside..." I'm like, "true" and then it's all mine and I know I can't...beautiful song.
MargaretLee on :
This is from Lloyd Whitesell's book, "The Music of Joni Mitchell" (PDF available online) and it speaks to the melodic complexity of her compositions. Her comment about chords being "like questions" seems especially true on this album, and in "Boho Dance" and "Don't Interrupt the Sorrow," in particular. The unresolved chord progressions of the melody match her lyrical queries:
"Chaka Khan once told me my chords were like questions, and in fact, I've always thought of them as chords of inquiry. My emotional life is quite complex, and I try to reflect that in my music. For instance, a minor chord is pure tragedy; in order to infuse it with a thread of optimism, you add an odd string to the chord to carry the voice of hope. Then perhaps you add a dissonant because in the stressful society we live in dissonance is aggressing against us at every moment. So, there's an inquiry to the chords comparable to the unresolved quality of much poetry."
John D on :
Re the sense of the phrase "the Boho Dance" in the song: The above poster's note that it originates with Tom Wolfe is helpful. But the reference is to an old Mitchell preoccupation: "The Boho Dance" strongly echoes the earlier"For Free," as well as "For the Roses": all express the anxiety of an artist who, like Mitchell at the time, has recently made it big. Do the limos and the glamor gowns mean she's sold out? Not an artist any more at all?
What I especially like about "The Boho Dance" is that among these songs (and there are others) it's the only one to try to settle the conflict--by acknowledging that Mitchell always had a yen for both sides of the street. "Even on the scuffle/the cleaner's press was in my jeans..." In reality, it's an ambiguity that won't ever be resolved.
Re the songcraft, to cast the song as an argument with an unnamed fellow artist is an inspired move--I find the song not just thoughtful but involvingly dramatic. A brilliant and lovely song.