Everyone remembers Blue as an album about heartbreak. It might be more accurate to call it an album about motion misunderstood as escape. Everywhere Joni Mitchell goes, she leaves something behind. Canada for Greenwich Village. The Village for Laurel Canyon. One lover for another. One country for the next. Every departure promises reinvention. Every arrival quietly suggests otherwise. By the time Blue appeared in 1971, Mitchell had discovered th…
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