After a whole day of religious ceremnony and religious music, it was refreshing to listen to something else this evening. We listened to some Joni Mitchell. I have only recently become aware of Joni Mitchell. I kind of knew her voice but had never really listened. As a very young man my New Zealand girlfriend liked Joni Mitchell, I recall, but I never really tried to get on board. I didn’t define myself by that kind of music and, as a 22 or 23 year-old defining myself was vital to my sense of self. I remember around the same time also convincing myself that you could not like both Beethoven and Mozart, again, I suppose, out of the urgent desire to inhabit a very specific space. Oh dear. These are the follies of youth, I suppose.

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