Hotel California: Singer-songwriters and Cocaine Cowboys in the L.A. Canyons 1967–1976. Barney Hoskyns

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СКАЧАТЬ but we couldn’t get a deal,’ says Roberts, who took tapes to Columbia, RCA and other majors. ‘The folk period had died, so she was totally against the grain. Everyone wanted a copy of the tape for, like, their wives, but no one would sign her.’

      Roberts touched down at LAX in late 1967, knowing few people in the city but using Crosby’s endorsement as a calling card. Joni followed close behind. Immediately she was received with open arms. Epitomising the hospitality of Laurel Canyon was B. Mitchel Reed, the KPPC-FM disc jockey whose radio show was the pipeline of all cool sounds in LA. Reed put Roberts and Mitchell up in his rented house above the Sunset Strip on Sunset Plaza Drive.

      Joni wasn’t sure about Los Angeles. She was used to crowded sidewalks, teeming urban life – the bustle and commotion of Toronto and Manhattan. She didn’t like it that people went everywhere in their big gas-guzzling cars. But once she and Elliot got into Laurel Canyon, up among the cypresses and eucalyptus trees that lined the bumpy snaking roads, she started to see the City of the Angels as the ‘new golden land’ that had seduced so many outsiders: the land of David Hockney’s painting A Bigger Splash, of exotic palms and dry desert air and the omnipresent vault of blue sky. ‘Driving around up in the canyons there were no sidewalks and no regimented lines like the way I was used to cities being laid out,’ she recalls. ‘And then, having lived in New York, there was the ruralness of it, with trees in the yard and ducks floating around on my neighbours’ pond. And the friendliness of it: no one locked their doors.’ As for Elliot Roberts, well, he’d grown up in the Bronx, for godsakes: how bad could this paved paradise be?

      ‘Elliot would sleep on my couch at 8333 Lookout Mountain,’ says Ron Stone. ‘At the same time, Crosby had been tossed out of the Byrds and was mooching off me. We’d smoke a joint and play chess. We were both obnoxious brats. He was my entrée to all of this.’ Crosby urged Roberts to try Reprise Records. ‘Go see Andy Wickham,’ he counselled Elliot, who found David inspiring and radically different from anyone he’d known in New York. ‘Because Crosby “hangs out” so much,’ Jerry Hopkins wrote in Rolling Stone, ‘there’s a tendency to think he isn’t producing much. In a sense this is true. Yet he is an integral part of the LA scene – thanks largely to his track record but also because he is so volatile and opinionated.’

      When Roberts officially left Chartoff-Winkler he asked Ron Stone to come and work for him. To Stone it looked more exciting than selling used leather jackets to the socialites of Beverly Hills. Together they found an office further down Santa Monica Boulevard in a building with the fanciful name ‘Clear Thoughts’. ‘Right away it was like Elliot and Ron could take a New York entrepreneurial viewpoint on the whole thing,’ says Joel Bernstein, who would soon be taking photographs of Joni for Elliot. ‘I think it was really eye-opening to these guys that you could come out here and live up in Laurel Canyon in little wooden houses where you didn’t even need heating or air conditioning…and you could still do business.’ With Ron Stone as his new aide-de-camp, Roberts duly trotted off to see Wickham. The young Englishman loved what he heard. ‘In his heart, Andy was a folkie,’ Roberts remembers. ‘His best friend during that whole period was Phil Ochs.’^*

      With Wickham as her first label champion, the 23-year-old Joni had a demo session green-lighted by Mo Ostin on condition that Crosby produce it. ‘David was very enthusiastic about the music,’ says Mitchell. ‘He was twinkly about it. His instincts were correct: he was going to protect the music and pretend to produce me. I think perhaps without that the record company might have set some kind of producer on me who’d have tried to turn an apple into an orange.’ The sessions that eventually became Joni Mitchell could not have been more auspicious. Recording at Sunset Sound, Mitchell and Crosby kept things stripped and simple: in the main just Joni, her guitar, and such well-worked songs as ‘Marcie’ and ‘I Had a King’. The two of them had now officially split up. ‘They each described to me crying at the other through the glass in the studio,’ says Joel Bernstein. Sitting in on occasional guitar and bass was Stephen Stills, who was across the hall with his group Buffalo Springfield. His bandmate, the dark and brooding Neil Young, was known to Mitchell from her apprenticeship on the Canadian folk circuit. Sharing a uniquely dry Canuck humour, Young and Mitchell had always got along. Neil’s coming-of-age song ‘Sugar Mountain’ had indirectly inspired Joni’s similarly themed ‘Circle Game’. ‘You gotta meet Neil,’ she told Elliot. ‘He’s the only guy who’s funnier than you are.’

      Roberts wandered down the hall to meet Joni’s enigmatic compatriot. Having heard stories about the ongoing friction within Buffalo Springfield and specifically about Young’s moodiness, Elliot was pleasantly surprised when the singer turned out to be approachable and affable. Joni and Neil compared notes on their respective musical journeys. If Joni’s tastes didn’t stretch to the febrile rock the Springfield played, she could sense the electricity in the air – the vibrancy of the scene and the exploding of talent on and off the Sunset Strip.

      Mitchell divided her debut album into two loosely autobiographical sections – a conceit easier to bring off in the days of vinyl LPs. The first side (‘I Came to the City’) commenced with ‘I Had a King’, a song detailing – with more than a trace of self-protective bitterness – the breakup of Joni’s marriage to Chuck Mitchell. Part two (‘Out of the City and Down to the Seaside’) found our heroine in the country, by the sea, settled in rustic Southern California. ‘The Dawntreader’ was a gushing homage to Crosby and the boat he tethered at Marina Del Rey. ‘Song to a Seagull’ summarised the theme of the album, with Joni recapping on her urban adventures and subsequent departure for the sea. The song played perfectly into the image of Mitchell as a kind of fairy maiden striving to float free of human need. The final song, ‘Cactus Tree’, pointed forward to deeper themes in the singer’s subsequent work: themes of romantic love, of female autonomy, of commitment versus creative freedom. Describing three lovers – the first almost certainly Crosby – Joni ‘thinks she loves them all’ but fears giving herself completely to any of them. These were important issues for young liberated women in the ’60s, rejecting a society where women had tended to live somewhat vicariously as caretakers to men. A self-proclaimed ‘serial monogamist’, Mitchell would struggle for years with the conflicts between her desire for love and her need for independence.

      Hearing Joni Mitchell again all these decades later, it’s difficult to ignore how earnest and worthy she sounds on it. And yet the power of her swooping, pellucid vibrato and idiosyncratic, questioning chords is right there. ‘Joni invented everything about her music, including how to tune the guitar,’ said James Taylor. ‘From the beginning of the process of writing she’s building the canvas as well as putting paint on it.’

      In March, with the album about to be released, David Crosby presented his protégée to his peer group. Crosby’s favourite gambit was to host impromptu acoustic performances by Joni, usually at the Laurel Canyon homes of his friends. ‘David says, “I want you to meet somebody,”’ recalls Carl Gottlieb. ‘And he goes upstairs and comes back down with this ethereal blonde. And this is the first time that everybody heard “Michael from the Mountains” and “Both Sides Now” and “Chelsea Morning”. And then she goes back upstairs, and we all sit around and look at each other and say, “What was that? Did we hallucinate it?”’ Eric Clapton sat spellbound on Cass Elliott’s lawn as Joni cooed ‘Urge for Going’, a song inspired by the death of the folk movement. Crosby was at her side, a joint in his mouth and a Cheshire-cat smile of satisfaction on his face. ‘Cass had СКАЧАТЬ