Today was totes cray cray. Running around like a loony, trying to do everything at once.
After years on newspapers – including one memorable spell editing a daily diary on the Evening Standard – I’m used to pressure. I can remember being so busy in those days, I didn’t have time to go to the loo.
But today nearly threw me.
I think I just about got everything done, but not all quite to my standard, which I really don’t like. That is just not how I roll. It goes against every grain of my editor brain.
It’s why editing books is such torture for me. It has to be-ee-ee-ee-ee perfect. I’ve got four planets in Virgo, what can I tell ya?
But among all this, I stumbled upon the latest in fashion’s love affair with OLD.
Saint Laurent have co-opted my number one goddess heroine, Joni Mitchell as their latest face. Part of their music project.
This comes the day after Joan Didion was announced as the new ‘face’ of Céline.
Why am I not feeling quite comfortable with all of this? I just can’t help finding something ever so slightly patronising about it. I need to ponder more on this subject.
Meanwhile, I have cleansed my palate by watching Joni on Youtube. The first one, Urge for Going, is an early song I only discovered a couple of years ago, which is akin to someone finding a lost manuscript by Jane Austen for me.
Listening to this song is like reading a novel to me. It’s so spare, but there’s endless depth. I can see it all.
There’s one particular line in it which makes me swoon:
‘I had me a man in summer time, he had summer coloured skin.’
This is a very early version. The one I have is more recent and I prefer it. Her voice is less quivery wivery and my favourite line is a bit different in this version, not quite so good.
And here’s a couple more, because you really can’t have too much Joni, can you?
I know every line of every song on her first eight albums off by heart.