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because it opened me to lifeâs mystery. There was no pressure, just a wide-eyed sense of awe at how much beauty surrounds us every second. I think these are innate abilities, and although theyâve been squelched by our current techno-drone, they are not gone. Great creators live among us at all timesâbut seldom are they recognized for the gifts they offer. I thank the universe for handing me a book about one of the greatest, because it put me in touch with my own creative will.
The world could use more Joni Mitchells, but we all know sheâs a one-off. What we can do is follow her lead, the one charted by Nietzscheâs Zarathustra as a way of overcoming the self. He says, âMan needs to be overcome,â and I got a giggle while writing this book when I realized Mitchell was in every way a perfect example of the âOvermanâ or âSupermanâ: not only is she a true creator, but she is a womanâand, therefore, not man. She is, literally and figuratively, man overcome.
But those were private puzzle games. Everyone will pull what they want from the pieces and arrive at their own private mosaic of meaning. The most important thing is honouring the creative spirit and our potential to make the world a better, more beautiful place through the artistic endeavourâno matter what form it takes.
My dad went to his fiftieth college reunion at Columbia University while I was researching this book, and he said ninety-seven per cent of the graduates in his 1961 MBA class wanted to start their own business. In 2011, it was the opposite: ninety-seven per cent want to be CEOs in someone elseâs company. No one wants to take entrepreneurial risk anymore: they want the cushy chair and the corner office without creating.
But hope springs eternal: my mother recently rediscovered her passion for music. She bought herself The Beatles: Remastered . She cranked it loud one Christmas. We all sang along. And we danced.
I want to thank every writer whoâs ever written anything about Joni Mitchell. Without you, this book would not have been possible. In the same breath, I would also like to note the invaluable contributions of Les Irvin, the jonimitchell.com webmaster, who made sure this book was as accurate as possible and generously offered kind words of support.
Michelle Benjamin, who for some mysterious reason thought Iâd be a good candidate to write a Joni book. Thank you for the opportunity.
Rob Sanders at Greystone, for believing in the underlying idea when it was still a muddle. Thank you for your faith, and the incredible journey.
Marsha Lederman and Melora Koepke, two brilliant writers and true friends who encouraged me every step of the way. Without you, I would have buckled.
Peter Norman, for all the great edits and, mostly, for understanding.
Shirarose Wilensky, for making it tight as a drum.
Lee Crawford, my personal therapist, for listening to me whine about my own creative hurdles and celebrating my strange revelations over the past two years. Lee, who also happens to be an art therapist, was a support emotionally, mentally, and most of all creatively during a rather draining period in my personal life over the course of which this book was created. She also loaned me some great books and let me become acquainted with the theories of Ellen Levine, Melanie Klein, and D.W. Winnicott.
Wally Breese, for originating the jonimitchell.com website, easily the most comprehensive fan site ever created. Your spirit lives on through Les.
Bob Lesperance, my lawyer, for guiding me through the wilds of intellectual property.
Margaret Atwood, because I spoke with you twice over the course of the book, and each time, you gave me a little piece of the larger creative puzzle.
Susan Joy Carroll, because you asked me to thank you... and because you are a great friend and a fantastic reader.
Dave Chesney, who understands the eagle.
Rick Bedell, who understands the snake.
Cynthia Fish,
The world could use more Joni Mitchells, but we all know sheâs a one-off. What we can do is follow her lead, the one charted by Nietzscheâs Zarathustra as a way of overcoming the self. He says, âMan needs to be overcome,â and I got a giggle while writing this book when I realized Mitchell was in every way a perfect example of the âOvermanâ or âSupermanâ: not only is she a true creator, but she is a womanâand, therefore, not man. She is, literally and figuratively, man overcome.
But those were private puzzle games. Everyone will pull what they want from the pieces and arrive at their own private mosaic of meaning. The most important thing is honouring the creative spirit and our potential to make the world a better, more beautiful place through the artistic endeavourâno matter what form it takes.
My dad went to his fiftieth college reunion at Columbia University while I was researching this book, and he said ninety-seven per cent of the graduates in his 1961 MBA class wanted to start their own business. In 2011, it was the opposite: ninety-seven per cent want to be CEOs in someone elseâs company. No one wants to take entrepreneurial risk anymore: they want the cushy chair and the corner office without creating.
But hope springs eternal: my mother recently rediscovered her passion for music. She bought herself The Beatles: Remastered . She cranked it loud one Christmas. We all sang along. And we danced.
I want to thank every writer whoâs ever written anything about Joni Mitchell. Without you, this book would not have been possible. In the same breath, I would also like to note the invaluable contributions of Les Irvin, the jonimitchell.com webmaster, who made sure this book was as accurate as possible and generously offered kind words of support.
Michelle Benjamin, who for some mysterious reason thought Iâd be a good candidate to write a Joni book. Thank you for the opportunity.
Rob Sanders at Greystone, for believing in the underlying idea when it was still a muddle. Thank you for your faith, and the incredible journey.
Marsha Lederman and Melora Koepke, two brilliant writers and true friends who encouraged me every step of the way. Without you, I would have buckled.
Peter Norman, for all the great edits and, mostly, for understanding.
Shirarose Wilensky, for making it tight as a drum.
Lee Crawford, my personal therapist, for listening to me whine about my own creative hurdles and celebrating my strange revelations over the past two years. Lee, who also happens to be an art therapist, was a support emotionally, mentally, and most of all creatively during a rather draining period in my personal life over the course of which this book was created. She also loaned me some great books and let me become acquainted with the theories of Ellen Levine, Melanie Klein, and D.W. Winnicott.
Wally Breese, for originating the jonimitchell.com website, easily the most comprehensive fan site ever created. Your spirit lives on through Les.
Bob Lesperance, my lawyer, for guiding me through the wilds of intellectual property.
Margaret Atwood, because I spoke with you twice over the course of the book, and each time, you gave me a little piece of the larger creative puzzle.
Susan Joy Carroll, because you asked me to thank you... and because you are a great friend and a fantastic reader.
Dave Chesney, who understands the eagle.
Rick Bedell, who understands the snake.
Cynthia Fish,
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