The songs are about specific romances, but the emotions apply to everyone.
For better or worse, we live in a culture where lifelong, monogamous commitments are widely held to be the desired ends of romantic life: Romantic comedies end in weddings, and Hallmark doesn't make Valentine's Day cards for open relationships. For those who buy into this norm, the downside is that in our best-case scenario—our best-case scenario—every single relationship we ever have, except for one, will end and end badly. Otherwise, as they say, they wouldn't end. This repeated inability to stop hurling ourselves toward certain and familiar pain might be evidence of deep-species insanity, but it has also inspired some pretty great art, from Romeo and Juliet to Annie Hall to "I Never Loved a Man (The Way I Love You)."
Few artists have explored this subject more carefully and completely than Joni Mitchell. Earlier this week Rhino Records released Joni Mitchell: The Studio Albums, 1968-1979, a box that houses the first 10 albums of Mitchell's career and spans one of the great runs of creativity in popular music. During the 1970s Mitchell seemed to reinvent herself annually, producing such divergent masterworks as Ladies of the Canyon (1970), Court and Spark (1974), The Hissing of Summer Lawns (1975), and most famously, Blue (1971), a 10-song suite that might be the most vivid autopsy of romantic relationships ever put to record.
Blue is one of those records that's often described as "personal"—Mitchell herself has described it as such—which means it tends to be somewhat insidiously imprisoned by the stories surrounding it. Much in the way that it's impossible to talk about Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs without mentioning Patti Boyd, Blue is an album by a woman that's often considered in terms of men: "A Case of You" is (maybe) about Leonard Cohen; "My Old Man" is (likely) about Graham Nash; "Carey" is (almost certainly) about an unfamous expat bartender that Mitchell met while vacationing in Crete.
Of course, fashioning someone's love life into a decoder ring to sleuth around music sort of misses the point of art. To some degree, though, Blue invites it: Its songs are richly and sometimes painstakingly detailed, and Mitchell has conceded some of its more documentary aspects. But the wonder of Mitchell's writing is its seamless blend of personal and public, the mundane converted to the universal. Blue isn't a specific album so much as it's a precise one, an intricate tapestry of ambiguity. The album's title alone is remarkable, a single word that evokes everything from Picasso to B.B. King, pristine ocean vistas to bawdy dives. Its cover bears a striking resemblance to the cover of Otis Redding's 1965 album Otis Blue, which is graced by a beautiful blonde woman in some unmentionable state of bliss. The blonde woman on the cover of Mitchell's Blue has her head and her mouth turned in the opposite direction as Redding's, a sly revision of one of the great soul albums of the 1960s.
And in most every important sense Blue is soul music: its honesty, its economy, the surplus of expression wrung from every syllable. Listen to the first line of "All I Want," the album's first track: "I am on a lonely road / and I am traveling" Mitchell repeating that last word four times, leaning into it, rushing it towards some unknown. Or the way her voice soars skyward into the chorus of "River," setting the stage for its tumbling, shivering refrain: "I made my baby cry."
For all its desire and joy that are symptoms of being in love, Blue is gripped by that dull sense of fucking up that's often a symptom of the same.
The iconic instrument of Blue is the Appalachian dulcimer: It's the first sound heard on the record and appears on "Carey, "California," "A Case of You." Mitchell once described her emotional state during the making of Blue as "like a cellophane wrapper on a pack of cigarettes," a lovely image of translucent fragility that's carried in the sparkling timbre of the dulcimer, a taut and enticing crackle flickering in the California sun, or the flame from some shared candle.