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Hey Joni
Inevitably, the switch would flip, and my appreciation for Joni Mitchell's mid-'70s jazz odyssey would flash on blindingly. Not just the fancy chords and incisive lyrics, but the whole sound world that vanquishes past prejudice against boomer folky caricatures. I've had that damn Summer Lawns album on repeat for days, and I can't help but share a couple nuggets of this overdue pleasure.
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