
She was given the name Roberta Joan Anderson upon
her birth 75 years ago today in Fort Macleod, Alberta. But the world knows her
far better as Joni Mitchell.
Biographers such as Karen O’Brien (Shadows and Light), Sheila Weller (Girls Like Us), and, most recently, David
Yaffe (Reckless Daughter), have been
fascinated for years by all aspects of her career and non-musical skills: her
painting, her confessional style of songwriting, and her romantic partners.
But her guitar prowess cannot be overlooked in any
fair assessment of her. There is so much in today’s quote that captures her
essence: her lack of pretense about her own skill set in starting out; her restless
creativity; and her simmering annoyance at the males who did not understand her
art. (Why, oh why, did it take so longer for them to elect her to the Rock ‘n’
Roll Hall of Fame?) And it’s all filtered through her attitude toward her
chosen instrument.
In a Rolling Stone ranking three years ago of the 100 greatest guitarists, Ms. Mitchell ranked 75th. Some may
wonder why she didn’t rank even higher.
(The photo of
Ms. Mitchell accompanying this post came from an Asylum Records ad from 1974.)
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