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Joni Mitchell - The Hissing of Summer Lawns
Joni Mitchell - The Hissing of Summer Lawns
by Joni Mitchell
Downtown
My darling dime store thief
In the War of Independence
Rock 'n' roll rang sweet as victory
Under neon signs
A girl was in bloom
And a woman was fading
In a suburban room
I said take me to the dance
Do you want to dance?
I love to dance
And I told him They don't take chances
They seem so removed from romance
They've been broken in churches and schools
And molded to middle class circumstance
And we were rolling rolling rock 'n' rolling
Downtown
The dance halls and cafes
Feel so wild you could break somebody's heart
Just doing the latest dance craze
Gail and Louise
In those push-up brassieres
Tight dresses and rhinestone rings
Drinking up the band's beers
Young love was kissing under bridges
Kissing in cars kissing in cafes
And we were walking down Main Street
Kisses like bright flags hung on holidays
In France they kiss on Main Street
Amour, mama, not cheap display
And we were rolling, rolling, rock 'n' rolling
Downtown
In the pinball arcade
With his head full of pool hall pitches
And songs from the hit parade
He'd be singing "Bye Bye Love"
While he's racking up his free play
Let those rock 'n' roll choir boys
Come and carry us away
Sometimes Chickie had the car
Or Ron had a car
Or Lead Foot Melvin with his hot-wire head
We'd all go looking for a party
Looking to raise Jesus up from the dead
And I'd be kissing in the back seat
Thrilling to the Brando-like things that he said
And we'd be rolling rolling rock 'n' rolling
Jungle Line
by Joni Mitchell
Anima rising
Queen of Queens
Wash my guilt of Eden
Wash and balance me
Anima rising
Uprising in me tonight
She's a vengeful little goddess
With an ancient crown to fight
Seventeen glasses
Rhine wine
Milk of the Madonna
Clandestine
He don't let up the sorrow
He lies and he cheats
It takes a heart like Mary's these days
When your man gets weak
Shades Of Scarlet Conquering
by Joni Mitchell
A diamond dog
Carrying a cup and a cane
Looking through a double glass
Looking at too much pride and too much shame
There's a black fly buzzing
There's a heat wave burning in her master's voice
The hissing of summer lawns
Nothing is capsulized in me
On either side of town
The streets were never really mine
Not mine these glamour gowns
Footnotes to Boho Dance
"Boho Dance"
[submitted by Debra Shea] Joni's Boho Dance is a personal story (it
does seem to me she's talking to a particular person as well as thinking
about where she fits in) and goes beyond Tom Wolfe's discussion of
the art world, but it does start with it. _The Painted Word_ was
published in June 1975, the same year as HOSL, so the subject may
have been talked about in Larry Poons's NY loft, along with Don't
Interrupt the Sorrow (since LP is mentioned in the book, he probably
knew about it before it was published). And it's not so much about
artists and critics, as about the relationship between artists and the
people buying their art (with critics often(?) determining what those
people are buying and the buyers purchasing not only art but the
feeling that they, because of their relationship with the artist, are also
bohemians -- at least briefly). It's Wolfe's premise that the visual arts
are the only art form in which relatively few wealthy people decide what
everyone else will see.
Not that knowing any of this is important to appreciating Joni's work, but
I do like placing Joni in context, as opposed to her seeming to create in
a vacuum. So now when rereading The Painted Word with Joni's Boho
Dance in mind, some quotes jump out at me:
"...the [art mating] ritual has two phases: (1) The Boho Dance, in which the artist shows his stuff
within the circles, coteries, movements, isms, of the home neighborhood, bohemia itself, as if he
doesn't care about anything else; as if, in fact, he has a knife in his teeth against the fashionable
world uptown. (2) The Consummation, in which culterati from that very same world, le monde, scout
the various new movements and new artists of bohemia, select those who seem the most exciting,
original, important, by whatever standards -- and shower them with all the rewards of celebrity."
Wolfe then describes Picasso as an artist who excelled at this art mating ritual, compared to
Picasso's friend Georges Braque, who is really the one who came up with Cubism:
"...here we have the classic demonstration of the artist who knows how to double-track his way from
the Boho Dance to the Consummation as opposed to the artist who gets stuck forever in the Boho
Dance. This is an ever-present hazard of the art mating ritual. Truly successful double-tracking
requires the artist to be a sincere and committed performer in *both roles.* Many artists become so
dedicated to bohemian values, internalize their antibourgeois feelings so profoundly, that they are
unable to cut loose, let go ... and submit gracefully to good fortune; the sort of artist, and his name is
Legion, who always comes to the black-tie openings at the Museum of Modern Art wearing a dinner
jacket and paint-spattered Levis's . . . *I'm still a virgin!*"
One verse especially seems to come from this paragraph, although Joni's words are so much richer.
Joni's conclusion is that she's not involved in this art mating ritual at all: "The streets were never
really mine. Not mine these glamour gowns." Is that because she was making music, instead of
showing her artwork? At first I thought this song went beyond the art world and was about anyone
getting stuck in a certain lifestyle, even if it's hurtful. But maybe she WAS just talking about the visual
arts. Most of the song is criticizing someone else. It does seem like she's aloof and separate from
the Boho Dance, not that she's learned how to do it comfortably herself. Hmmm, is this actually a
song about Joni's relationship to the art world?
Harry's House/Centerpiece
by Joni Mitchell
Golden in time
Cities under the sand
Power ideals and beauty
Fading in everyone's hand