Word: joni
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...description of Elvis Presley at age 40 in The Rolling Stone Illustrated History of Rock & Roll. Rock musicians are stoned with praise and putdowns in this new anthology (Random House; $19.95). Elton John is called "a pudgy robot" who is "an object of pubescent sexual fantasy." Singer-Songwriter Joni Mitchell, writes Contributor Janet Maslin, did not recognize her "giddy romanticism" until she had recorded six albums. As for Janis Joplin, who died in 1970 of a drug overdose, Writer Ellen Willis notes that her revolt against conventional femininity "dovetailed with a stereotype-the ballsy, one-of-the-guys chick...
...going to conclude this chapter of our lives." So, with dinner out of the way, the group took the stage at Winterland last week for one final, marathon 37-song set. On hand for the grand farewell: old friends like Eric Clapton, Ringo Starr, Van Morrison, Joni Mitchell, Neil Young, and finally Dylan himself. Their last number, Dylan's I Shall Be Released, began with the line: "They say everything can be replaced." Perhaps...
...professor who put his pulse on the thumb of the nation when he ratified and amplified the '60s counterculture in The Greening of America, the most profoundly naive bestseller of the period. The Sorcerer of Bolinas Reef introduces the third Reich, a San Francisco homosexual who now quotes Joni Mitchell and Walt Whitman and preaches an herbal-essence philosophy called "evolutionary rebellion...
...there, you have the connection and the complexion to get the protection," quoth Ah before surrendering the stage to a four-hour musical downpour that starred Bob Dylan, sounding like the old adenoidal prince of protest when he delivered his new song, Hurricane. Also on hand: Joan Baez, Joni Mitchell, Ronee Blakley and Roberta Flack. Sixty miles away in the Clinton, N.J., Correctional Institution, Carter listened to the concert by telephone-and continued to wait for the Governor to act on his appeal for a retrial...
...Joni Mitchell doesn't paint pensive self-portraits with flowers for her covers any more. There's a city skyline in silver-gray behind a row of little houses on their little plots. There's a huge expanse of green in front, and six naked people are carrying a boa constrictor through it. This is no background, this is foreground...