People forget there's a divine element in music.
I'm sick of gangster chic, the whining shrewishness of female artists, the punk irresponsibility of white male rockers. It's just ick. There's no greatness left in it. In 1969, when Joni Mitchell began to emerge as an icon of the times, American was in the throes of a musical generation gap. Now, which consists almost entirely of classic love songs, sung to the accompaniment of a 70-piece orchestra.