Oh damn, still in this dream.

I was practising and took a break and switched the telly on. BBC Four. Joni Mitchell in concert, filmed just before 'Blue' was recorded because 'My Old Man' had only half the verse and other bits missing. Probably filmed at the BBC centre. The track listing was fantastic, but as the performances had me in tears I can't quite remember it in full. Am still awestruck. 'California' was an unbelievable rendition of a brilliant track.
I used to err on the loud'n trashy side of Rock 'n' Roll (Stones, Faces, Zeppelin, Black Crowes, Ziggy period Bowie, etc) - because I thought that's what Rock 'n' Roll should be about. And such still has a certain allure, even when filtered through the listening practices of one who these days is more accustomed to Debussy. But Joni, as a solo songwriter and performer, is without equal. Even His Imperial Dylaness, or Rasta Bob, or the solo Lennon, or for that matter anyone you can name. And those named are, by all other artistic standards, gods.
Somehow or other, practice seems to have acquired a futile edge. Will instead attempt to finish 'The Great Unknown James Bond Theme Song', which has occupied me for a short while. (A project half-finished for some three years - you know how it is.) If the top line ends up written for a soprano, I won't be too surprised.