From: owner-joni-digest@smoe.org (JMDL Digest) To: joni-digest@smoe.org Subject: JMDL Digest V2007 #71 Reply-To: joni@smoe.org Sender: owner-joni-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-joni-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk Unsubscribe: mailto:joni-digest-request@smoe.org?body=unsubscribe Archives: http://www.smoe.org/lists/joni Website: http://jonimitchell.com JMDL Digest Thursday, February 15 2007 Volume 2007 : Number 071 ========== TOPICS and authors in this Digest: -------- Re: Forest Hills concert [Deb Messling ] Re: saddest songs, and happy news! NJC [Bob Muller ] Re: Subject: HAPPY SONGS NJC ["mack watson-bush" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2007 21:24:11 -0500 From: Deb Messling Subject: Re: Forest Hills concert I was there, not in the second row, but in the nosebleed section, and it was still divine. I will never forget her stunning rendition of Amelia. The whole stadium was dead silent, except for random gasps. It was that beautiful. At 02:52 PM 2/14/2007, you wrote: >At the Joni's Jazz concert in Central Park a few summers ago this >particular concert was spoken of with extreme reverence. > >Jerry > >casper56@nyc.rr.com wrote: > > Shadows and Light > > > > I was actually in the second row for this tour at Forest HIlls, Queens. > > The > > Persuasions came down into the audience and I got to sing part of a song > > into > > one of their mikes! They were passing it around. This was before Joni came > > out. > > Divine concert. And I've been to several. > > Caz - ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Deb Messling -^..^- dlmessling@rcn.com - ---------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2007 18:35:36 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Muller Subject: Re: saddest songs, and happy news! NJC Very exciting news, Angela - thanks for falling on the GOOD side of that fence. And you're right, of all the things that happen at Jonifest, sleep is not one of them, so start getting in fest shape now. Wow, the time will be here before we know it. Looking forward to meeting you and everyone else too. Bob NP: The Ojays, "For The Love Of Money" _____________________________________________________________________________ _______ 8:00? 8:25? 8:40? Find a flick in no time with the Yahoo! Search movie showtime shortcut. http://tools.search.yahoo.com/shortcuts/#news ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2007 20:57:24 -0600 From: "mack watson-bush" Subject: Re: Subject: HAPPY SONGS NJC My happy list was so extensive I gave up. lol mack ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2007 22:47:58 EST From: RoseMJoy@aol.com Subject: Re: Subject: HAPPY SONGS NJC ok, let me not screw up this time :~) Play that Funky Music Morning Morgantown-Joni Mitchell Shiny Happy People-REM Sweet Dreams- Eurythmics Moondance-Van Morrison Here Comes the Sun-Beatles Beautiful Day- U2 Dancing in the Dark- Bruce Springsteen What a Wonderful World-Louis Armstrong In the Summertime-Mungo Jerry You Can Call Me Al- Paul Simon Pretty Woman-Roy Orbison Mrs. Robinson-Simon & Garfunkel rosie in feckin freezing cold NJ trying to make Smurfie happy :0) and trying not to burn the brownies I have to bring to work tomorrow ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2007 05:17:30 +0000 From: "Patti Parlette" Subject: njc, Papa and Joni, they bless me Dear Joniamigo(a)s: I'm not sure how to begin. For 365 days now, as the seasons they go round and round, I have wanted to share this story with you. "Love is a story told." It's pretty deep, and I hope not too sad or morose. I really don't want to bum anyone out, or bring anyone down the dark dark ladder to sad memories of funerals you have attended, so if you're not in the mood for this, please just scroll on by. I have to share this story before the clock strikes midnight. I should have written it over the past few months, in draft form, but I never did. It's all bars in my head, romantic and snowblind. And now, they call out to be released. Today, Valentine's Day, is my parents' 54th wedding anniversary. Last year, on this day, it was their 53rd wedding anniversary, and we buried my Dad. If Joni had not been with me, I would not share this with you. But she was! I woke up that morning, suddenly in Utah after this flight tonight. My first thought was: "OMG. Today we are going to bury my father. How do you do this?" (One thing Joni has never written about or guided us through is the death of a parent.) It's not every day that you bury your father. So how do you do this? You take a shower, you get dressed in black. You ride with your mother and your brother out to Camp Williams. You're the first ones there. You stupidly ask your mother and brother if the funeral home people will be there. Your dear mother, always with a sense of humor, says: "Well, he can't drive himself." You think: "That's not funny", but weeks later you get it, and you just have to laugh. It's all so crazy. Other cars pull up. Your middle brother, the tough Marine, with his five kids. They all get out of the car, looking shell-shocked. No one knows how to act. Your youngest brother arrives, with his two sons. Then the hearse comes. All in a dream, all in a dream, the unloading has begun. There's a casket, with a flag on it. DADDY! Joni in my head: Do you think this can be real? It's not real. But it is. Okay, so everybody's crying. I've never seen my family like this. I have to be the strong one. I hug all the kids. I take my niece Megan under my cape. She is 16. She was born with all kinds of disabilities, but she's tough. A trooper. But she's really crying. Her father, the Marine, is crying. I've never seen his face like this, all contorted with grief. I bend down to comfort Megan and say: "It's really hard, isn't it honey? To see all these guys crying. When is the last time you saw your Dad cry?" She says: "Never." This is awful. So the funeral director get us womenfolk to sit down on these green-velvety covered folding chairs. There are only four of them....was that planned? One for me, one for Megan, one for my Mom, and one for my niece Jamie (21). The menfolk stand behind us, in a semi-circle. (Forget your feminism, Patti.) My little nephews, not knowing what to do. My brothers. I'm afraid to turn around and look at them. Me in my frightened silence, thinking I don't understand. It was all so stark and unreal. No flowers, no music. My brother-in-charge said that's what my Dad wanted. The priest starts praying. It's cold. Megan is shivering under half of my cape. She has little California sandals on her tiny feet. I glance at my Mom. I put one of my hands over hers, as she grips her cane, so tight. She is stoic. And then, soft, what do I hear from the priest's mouth but Joni? Love by Joni Mitchell Although I speak in tongues Of men and angels I'm just sounding brass And tinkling cymbals without love Love suffers long Love is kind! Enduring all things Love has no evil in mind If I had the gift of prophecy And all the knowledge And the faith to move the mountains Even if I understood all of the mysteries If I didn't have love I'd be nothing Love never looks for love Love's not puffed up Or envious Or touchy Because it rejoices in the truth Not in iniquity Love sees like a child sees As a child I spoke as a child I thought and I understood as a child But when I became a woman I put away childish things And began to see through a glass darkly Where as a child I saw it face to face Now I only know it in part Fractions in me Of faith and hope and love And of these great three Love's the greatest beauty Love Love Love Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Joni Mitchell comforts me in my hour of darkness. Still a light that shines on me. Now, I've heard 1 Corinthians 13 at weddings, but never at a funeral. I can't tell you what comfort it brought me. Although, I think you understand. Love never dies. Then the guns go off. I jump out of my skin. And then, TAPS. Fading light dims the sight And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright From afar drawing nigh, Falls the night. Day is done, gone the sun From the lake, from the hills, from the sky All is well, safely rest; God is nigh. Then goodnight, peaceful night; Till the light of the dawn shineth bright. God is near, do not fear, Friend, goodnight. From Wikipedia: The other popular version, penned and harmonized by famed composer Josef Pasternack[1], is: Love, sweet dreams! Lo, the beams of the light Fairy moon kissed the streams, Love, Goodnight! Ah so soon! Peaceful dreams! Big sigh. Had to get that out. Sorry for digging down so deep, and I hope you no one loses good sleep. Thank you for this sacred Joni place to share. Loves, goodnight. Peaceful dreams. Patti P. P.S. My niece Jamie, the 21-year old? She gave birth to a healthy strapping baby boy yesterday. Death and birth and death and birth. And we all shine on..... NPIMH: O, Mein Papa _________________________________________________________________ Turn searches into helpful donations. Make your search count. http://click4thecause.live.com/search/charity/default.aspx?source=hmemtagline_donation&FORM=WLMTAG ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2007 21:36:09 -0800 From: "Kate Bennett" Subject: more sad songs njc Don't Give Up - P Gabriel & K Bush Let Them In- J Gorka Three Steps Down- M Cohn Lost Soul- B Hornsby California Snow- D Alvin 4th of July- D Alvin Angel Flying Too Close To The Ground- W Nelson ------------------------------ End of JMDL Digest V2007 #71 **************************** ------- Post messages to the list by clicking here: mailto:joni@smoe.org Unsubscribe by clicking here: mailto:joni-digest-request@smoe.org?body=unsubscribe -------