I am late to Pandora, as I have been late for every innovation, especially the technological kind. I am a radical who hates change, slow to take up anything new.
Pandora, as you probably know, is an internet “radio station” that you can pretty much customize to your tastes. So I key in favorite artists from various genres -jazz, blues, folk, choral, etc- and press “shuffle” and not only does it play my favorite music, but it offers tunes it “thinks” I might like.
And so tonight I heard, for the first time, this song by Joni Mitchell, from 1991, which is long after I had stopped following her music.
This song affects me very powerfully. Yes I know that “the cold” is metaphorical, but it is a metaphor that is particularly vivid and primal to anyone who was a child in the North.
And boy, does it hit the mark, as this Winter of Winters wanes.
At least I hope it is waning.
As I began my route this morning it was 5 degrees, sunny, with no wind. A nice day, by the distorted standards of this winter. And I was deeply aware that we had been spared the sort of snowfall that hit the East Coast and New England. Indeed, Ohio’s winter has been mild compared to Minnesota or New England or the East Coast.
Still, it was around 30 degrees colder than the norm for early March. And we are going on five months of winter.
I sincerely want to come in from the cold.
“40 Below 0”; painting by Joni Mitchell