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  1. Vor einem Tag · 9. You Turn Me On, I’m a Radio. 10. River. 1. Both Sides, Now. “Both Sides, Now” is a song written by Joni Mitchell, originally released on her 1969 album “Clouds.”. The song has become ...

  2. Vor 3 Tagen · The song Graham Nash wrote after watching Joni Mitchell record: “Just mind-blowing”. There are plenty of beautiful love songs out there, but few can hold a candle to ‘Our House’, Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young’s celebration of simplicity. Casting aside grand gestures or huge declarations, the song simply focuses on the glory of basic ...

  3. Vor einem Tag · From Joni Mitchell's 1969 album "Clouds".Guitar transcription Jerry's Guitar Bar.Images are commercially licensed.

  4. Vor 4 Tagen · Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell. Rows and floes of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun They rain and snow on everyone So many things I would have done But clouds got in my way. I've looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down, and ...

  5. Vor 4 Tagen · The story of how Joni Mitchell made Joan Baez cry. Elle Palmer. Sat 18 May 2024 18:00, UK. Joni Mitchell and Joan Baez are each giants of the 1960s folk scene in their own right. While the former penned achingly vulnerable tales of love, loss and freedom to pair with her distinctive soft strums, the latter found her success in the art of the ...

  6. Vor einem Tag · Joni Mitchell: Song to a Seagull: Bass Mama Cass: Dream a Little Dream: Guitar Judy Collins: Who Knows Where the Time Goes: Electric guitar, acoustic guitar, bass Joan Baez: Any Day Now: Songs of Bob Dylan: Guitar The Monkees: Head: Guitar Richie Havens: Richard P. Havens, 1983: Guitar 1969 Joni Mitchell: Clouds: Guitar, bass Jefferson Airplane ...

  7. theokandel.substack.com › p › digging-deep-3-writing-on-my-mindDigging Deep #3: Writing On My Mind

    Vor 5 Tagen · It’s fly season in Los Angeles, and I’m feeling a lot like a fly these days. I’m buzzing around your feed, rubbing my little hands together, preening, making you notice me. Buzz buzz buzz, look at me. Maybe if I fly high enough I’ll cast a bigger shadow. There I go again, waxing poetic on a Friday.