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  • This title is from one of Joni Mitchell's vast collection of wonderful songs.

    Joni was, by her own admission, an artist, and painter first, and a musician second. She had been involved in a car wreck, and sustained serious brain injuries in the accident. Music was suggested as a therapeutic rehabilitative exercise by one of her doctors, a neurologist, who was involved in a study of brain function and post-injury healing. Many of her paintings and drawings can be found online, but the one that I remember best is the album cover for "Court and Spark", which included "raised on Robbery". Several are in a private collection, owned by Rosanne Barr, including the original watercolor for "Court and Spark".

    I'm not sure I remember the source correctly, I think it was Life magazine, had an interview with Joni in which I recall Joni telling the interviewer that she saw her art, and music both, as 'stealing' moments of life around her, and always getting away with the theft, she had never been caught. My mother taught me this same concept, in a slightly odd way;

    We would always do the grocery shopping together as a family. The lot of us would pack into the car, and off we would go to the neighborhood Safeway Store. There were always flowers, potted houseplants, or seasonal decorative produce at the front of the store, and I always wanted to buy some to take home. The family's budget being always short of affording such frivolity, so my mother would have me look closely at them to memorize what they look like, and in the case of flowers, read the accompanying information on a small sign stuck in the soil of the flower pot, and try to memorize it. She felt this was good practice at reading and memory. She told me to place the picture,and description in my brain where nobody could see it, and we could walk out of the store without having to pay for it.

    To this day, I do this same thing, but now with a camera. When I bring my 'stolen' flowers home with me, they never wither or die, and I get to keep them forever.

    I also, have never been caught.
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