its the little things i like... apparently, (according to some gossiper named ted casablanca), joni sings while she shops...: <<Joni Mitchell, dropping some bills at Brentwood Village, celebrity emporium on the west side of Hell-Ay. The Ah-Nulds may come and go in this star enclave, but it is only a musical genius like Mitchell who makes me want to halt, watch and listen. Because the performing (and writing) legend indeed sings as she shops. Joint called Versailles. Sorry, Liz and Whitney may do it for the diva-fix, but Joni does it for everything else that does and does not matter, particularly when it comes to "acid, booze and ass," as Ms. Mitch likes to put it. Talk about a crooning chronicler who was ahead of her time. I'm simply blue with envy.>> as joni was before me, i was a salesperson at sears...now this is the kind of customer that can make your day... woke up, it was a chelsea morning... shane
