It is also one of my favorites. Like you, it was Tom Rush I first heard sing it, and it is still one of my favorites of his. I haven’t heard Claire Hammill ( I don’t even know her). Looks like I’ll do a bit of hunting.
Wow! What a great clip. And what a great reminder of what a beauty Joni was when young — personifying that blonde innocent look that was so popular (see also Michelle Phillips) — and we now know it was JUST a look and not really the case . This song was one of those that I also had to search for and search for pre internet before I finally found a copy. The other “rare” song that took me forever to find was Neil Young’s “Sugar Mountain.” There’s something about those elusive-to-find songs that made them even more special.
Don’t know, Kat. I’m not sure Joni was ever really innocent. Married young. Abandoned daughter. Lady of the canyon. I suspect there was a lot of wool pulled over these eyes — HAPPILY pulled, I suppose, since it really is such a nice fantasy!
I wrote this poem inspired by some little thing you said about traveling some years ago. About being in airports, deserted in the middle of the night.
I actually wrote two, this one and one about the silence of the night
The Highway’s Song
In the wee hours on a stormy night
The highway called again
I like home and the simple things
But the highway is my friend
Geese were crying from the waters edge
As the wind blew cool and wet
A lonely dog barked at the sky
My heart and soul were set
I took my tote from the closet top
And flung it on the empty bed
Then fit my world in a Stromberg bag
While the highway’s song ran through my head
I left the keys on the counter top
With a good-bye note for all
As I filled the door the geese took flight
And we answered the highways call
Stromberg, Kraus & Co. made Steamer Trunks and Leather Suitcases. They were arguably the best and were used by world travelers in the 19th and early 20th century. The big case Jimmy Stewart receives as a present from Mr Gower in “It’s A Wonderful Life” before his father dies was a Stromberg.
Well….you are forever coming up with these fantastic quotes to expound from and your adventures are admirable. I don’t know how it works but sometime something you say triggers the creative spark and I write a poem that is stream of consciousness.
When you were pining for returning to Ghana a couple years ago i wrote The Highway’s Song and these two…
The Silence of the Night
I paint the silence of the night
With brush strokes broad and free
On canvas weaved of solitude
In colors others may not see
The sleeping world is mine alone
To fashion as I’m wont to try
But comes the creeping steady dawn
In ribbons on a waking sky
Then as the slumb’ring land bestirs
I set my paint brush out of sight
And wait until it sleeps again
To paint the silence of the night
On The Road
On the road. Like a Dharma Bum
My bible penned by Kerouac
What I have in sovereign verve
Makes up for any thing I lack
Your pillowed beds and comforters
Will make you soft and wake too late
Arise and ride the Dharma’s wheel
It travels on. It cannot wait
And though I bed in humble kind
Or lader with the kit and freight
The world is mine and all it holds
I travel on. I cannot wait
I am happy that I spark your poetic side as your poems are lovely and beautiful with their amazing imagery. I read the first stanza over and over I was so taken with the picture in my head of the silence of the night painted with a solitude of my own, a private solitude.
When I am up so very late at night and mine are the only lights, I always feel as if I own the night.