Everybody's saying it, music is love - David Crosby
Several years ago, I read an essay by Zadie Smith in The New Yorker . In it, she tries to explain her encounter with Joni Mitchell's music, which for her was apparently nearly a life-changing experience. Her piece inspired me to write, and I titled my piece Reflections on Reflections on Joni Mitchell: Blue and Green. An excerpt is included below. I am currently having trouble doing something I want to do: write. So I dug this out and offer it as a stimulus to me, and you, to be receptive, and expressive in whatever ways feel real. Music is a vehicle, and it is hard to describe what it is exactly, and how it works. What is the mechanism of its magic? It must be a resonance that occurs, a harmonic vibration between the performance and the listener. This is no doubt what Zadie Smith is talking about when she talks about attunement in her New Yorker essay, Some Notes on Attunement, a Voyage Around Joni Mitchell . When the listener is receptive, the magic happens an