Of the darkness in men's minds:
what can you say
that wasn't marked by history
or the TV news today?
The night before Halloween. In South Jersey, Mischief Night. In Detroit, it's Devil's Night. Liverpool: Mizzy Night.
I've been looking for appropriately spooky music, and came up with this: Joni Mitchell's noirish "The Wolf That Lives in Lindsey" from 1979's Mingus album. Here she's working on the edges of the experiments that began with The Hissing of Summer Lawns. She reined herself in after this, at least harmonically. And never wrote anything as strange. The stab and glare and buckshot of the heavy, heavy snow...
(Note: listen to those wolves! Especially the lone wolf at the start of the fourth verse. Here's to wolves. Take that, Palin.)
3 comments:
Halloween tomorrow, time for the wolf that lives in Lisicky!
Oh, I gave this album a little too much air play during my early single college years. It must have been pretty scary; if I played it for a date I usually didn't get a call back. (That was "check out the frat boy phase)
Found it! And pilfered the youtube URL for myspace. Thanks!
--jk
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