1979: Asylum 505-2
As has probably been the case for everyone who enjoys this album at least in part, it was a long and roundabout journey to get me there. The languid, drifting pace of some of the songs comes across more as directionlessness, and their melodies are hardly memorable for the most part. For a long time only The Dry Cleaner from Des Moines worked for mefor obvious reasons, as its a hoot of a song with some slick lyrics, such as on observing the dry cleaner playing the slots in Vegas: He had three oranges, three lemons, three cherries, three plumsIm losin my taste for fruit, watchin the dry cleaner do it like Midas in a polyester suit.
Eventually and it took years I found my way into The Wolf That Lives in Lindsey, although that is one dark, dark track. God Must Be a Boogie Man is charming in a way but not much of a grabber. And the other three tracks remain pretty elusive nice enough to idly listen to while they play, but difficult to bring to mind aside from a bit of a lyric here or there.
And then there&146;s Sweet Sucker Dance, about which the nicest thing I can say is that its a mess if not actually a pile of randomly flung shit. That terrible track alone justifies peoples alienation from Joni Mitchells in general if they dont get better introductions to it.
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