Always a grand inspiration, time is marching away and not looking around, it is just a constant that is constantly moving. We hold on, we take our rides, Joni's has been shared with so many of us and that counts for the world for many of us that have found such an enriching deposit of wealth that cannot be measured or contains in her voice and the myriad of many intertwined meanings of many of the words that she has strung together as she has sorted through the many recollections and happenings of her life to come to some understanding, to some possible connections, to some threads that bind, to some parts that stick and gather and shed some sort of glimmer of meaning as they constantly contain joy and sorrow and truth and laughter, points of glee and skirmishes of emotions, rolled and colliding, sliding and slathering our perceptions in climaxes that refuse to be extinguished as readily as they simply will not permit and collection or gathering, any interpretation beyond that they simply were, that they simply are, that they happened and that some of us like Joni were quick enough, observant enough to dash them down, to record and sound them so that they , for her, later fo us, would resound with the authentic truth of having happened and having been noticed in their fragments and parts and streaming pieces and collected, ot not, glued quickly, swiftly, no reflection but at the moment to preserve them in their pieces and perhaps , at some instance or time, to connect them later and get even more glimmers of the magic and the truth that they help us and enrich us as we try and fathom and live the lives we are and try and understand or appreciate or find sustenance and both the joy and sorrow, the warmth, the love, the war, the battle, the killing and the living that life holds for us and that we are a part of whether we know it or not ,a appreciate and of it or as much of it as are humanly possible to do..... ahhhhhhh Joni, we - I owe you so much. I brim with joy, I trill, I spill, I splash I lash and lunge and plunge all my senses in this celebration of life and the music and the words , your voice, your paintings and art, that you have shared over the years with me / us, thank you, merci, grazie, gracias amiga, friend, amie, fellow artist! Anthony ( TONY ) Quinn So happy to write and share this now with you my friend! TONY 7/5/2015 Sunday afternoon here in northern Virginia at 4:44 PM after gardening outside ... : " A child got up to wonder " a,and still gets up to wonder, always will Joni ... and the lightning bugs here Joni are alive and strung like so many blinking stars of necklaces above silhouetted by the dark leaves of oak trees above our garden here with the real stars and the moon behind them and visible depending on clouds and how thick they are, or not, from what I - we understand, although I do not really claim, as you, to know them much at all, except to love them when they are thick and like cotton candy and the lights plays withing them, off of them, around them, and puts my senses into a dive, a roller-coaster ride, slide, slither, wisp, wash, whoosh! TONY
Martha Finney took this picture years ago in college when we went to seeJoni Mitchell playin Newport News at the stadium there when we were in college at Randolph-Macon in perhaps 1975 was it Martha? I do not remember except that the concert was amazing and we went with George Barrow , too, made the drive I believe in my VW Bug 1967 white that was like the shell of a car, all metal, we drove there successfully and enjoyed this amazing concert of Joni's and it was one of the great experiences of my life. Martha, I hope you do not mind me including this picture that you printed in a adarkroom at RMC and gave to me, that went into the yearbook, too, the 1976 yearbook, so it must have been in 1976 that we went with George to see Joni Mitchell sing there? Cheers, happy Sunday, July 5th, 21 all!
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