Jan. 17, 1974— Many fans of Joni Mitchell who knew her best as a folk music artist must have heard her sixth studio album, Court and Spark, with some astonishment.
The prior year had passed without the release of a
Mitchell LP, the first time this had happened since the start of her recording
career. It was not a vacation, nor even an emotional withdrawal and regrouping after
crushing end of a love affair, as had happened before For the Roses.
Instead, she took to trying out new sounds, and
testing which musicians could help her achieve these looser, breezier rhythms. Even
many of the Southern California rock musicians that Mitchell had befriended had
trouble with concepts that sounded too abstract to them.
The turning point came when session musician Russ
Kunkel suggested she find a jazz drummer. She found not only a jazz drummer,
but an entire ensemble: Tom Scott’s L.A. Express, whose musicians played on the
entire album.
The extended studio recording sessions turned out to
be time well-spent. The first single from Court and Spark, “Raised on
Robbery” (maybe my favorite song from the LP), benefited from the horns from LA
Express and Robbie Robertson’s lead guitar licks complementing Mitchell’s
breathless, saucy vocals.
But it was the follow-up, “Help Me,” which became the
only record by the Canadian-born singer-songwriter to crack the Billboard “Hot
100,” peaking at #7 and helping the LP achieve platinum status.
Well, you can’t have everything. One thing Mitchell could have used a bit more of was recognition from the recording industry as a whole.
But Court and Spark won only one Grammy out of four nominations: Best
Arrangement Accompanying Vocalist(s), for “Down to You” (given to Mitchell and
Tom Scott), losing out to Olivia Newton-John for Record of the Year and Best Female
Pop Vocal Performance and to Stevie Wonder for Album of the Year.
Much too much ink was spilled in the Seventies on
Mitchell’s love life, including in relation to Court and Spark. At a
half-century remove, it all feels stale and beside the point.
What matters now—and it should have then—was not her
romantic, but her creative, restlessness.
Critics who charged Mitchell with being merely
autobiographical and self-absorbed now had to reckon with a lyricist whose
powers of observation were never more apparent, fully a match for the
watercolor “The Mountain Loves the Sea” that this former art student used for
the cover of her latest album.
Readers may point to other examples on the album of
her growing tendency to look outward, but these are mine:
· * “Raised on Robbery,” inspired by Mitchell
witnessing a hooker attempting to pick up a man in a Toronto hotel bar who’s
more focused on a hockey game;
· * “Free Man in Paris,” informed by Mitchell’s
trip to Paris, watching then-boss David Geffen of Electra-Asylum Records
seeking a short respite from his normal round of “dreamers and telephone
screamers”; and
· * “People’s Parties,” in which the
singer-songwriter evoked compassion for the kind of people she met at Southern
Cal social gatherings who, though seemingly possessing “a lot of style,” are desperately
hiding their insecurities, including the “photo beauty” who all of a sudden is “crying
on someone’s knee.”
Equally remarkable were arrangements that didn’t make
the final cut for Court and Spark. One track I have in mind is this
extraordinary, extended “Piano Suite” of “Down to You / Court and Spark /Car on a Hill,” which Mitchell finally released on Archives Vol. 3: The
Asylum Years, 1972-1975, this past fall.
In a few years, Bob Dylan would evoke those cursed “to
know and feel too much within,” a group that certainly included Mitchell. An
eighth grader when Court and Spark was released, I read its printed
lyrics without grasping the struggle it took to put them to paper, or to sing
them before thousands.
I was even less able to comprehend her album-to-album
evolution, the complex chords she wove around her delicate, intricate lyrics,
or the dizzying variety in tones displayed in this career pinnacle. All of that could only come from a musician who, though analytical and introspective, also delighted in fun and collaboration.
But somehow, I still managed to absorb enough of what
she was trying to convey to know Mitchell was something special.
Within only a couple of years, Mitchell had become so
enamored of jazz arrangements that, with Mingus (named for the jazz
innovator with whom she collaborated before his death from cancer), she had
more or less left folk and rock—really, the pop mainstream of the time.
As with another contemporary idiosyncratic female
singer-songwriter, Laura Nyro, radio stations were not ready to give Mitchell much
airtime for such jazz experimentation.
Mitchell didn’t care; she was impervious to the moans
of record-company execs for more commercial fare, or record buyers who kept
yelling in concert for past hits. As she told Cameron Crowe in a 1979 Rolling
Stone interview:
“You have two options. You can stay the same and
protect the formula that gave you your initial success. They’re going to
crucify you for staying the same. If you change, they’re going to crucify you
for changing. But staying the same is boring. And change is interesting. So of
the two options, I’d rather be crucified for changing.”
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