"Paul Simon started piling up a lot of words, more than the bar could handle, and I stopped!"
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It lands like a tossed-off punchline, but it’s really a boundary drawn in midair. Joni Mitchell frames songwriting as a physical load: words piling up until “the bar could handle” no more. The choice of “bar” is doing double duty. It’s the literal barroom image of a singer with a guitar, but also the bar line in music - the measure that sets the song’s breathing room. When she says she “stopped,” it’s not writer’s block; it’s editorial discipline, the refusal to let cleverness overrun the groove.
Paul Simon is the perfect foil because he represents a kind of lyrical virtuosity that can feel like density as a flex: internal rhymes, narrative swerves, wordy charisma. Mitchell isn’t dismissing him so much as marking a divergence in values. Her best writing makes space for silence, for harmonic color, for the way one image can bloom if you don’t immediately crowd it with another. The subtext is craft as restraint - that emotional clarity often arrives not through adding but through cutting.
There’s also a sly gendered undercurrent: the culture loves a talky male bard who can dazzle you with lines; a woman insisting on economy risks being read as less “literary.” Mitchell flips that: knowing when to stop becomes the higher skill. It’s a compact manifesto against lyrical maximalism, delivered with the dry, musician’s pragmatism of someone who hears the song’s capacity before she hears the ego.
Paul Simon is the perfect foil because he represents a kind of lyrical virtuosity that can feel like density as a flex: internal rhymes, narrative swerves, wordy charisma. Mitchell isn’t dismissing him so much as marking a divergence in values. Her best writing makes space for silence, for harmonic color, for the way one image can bloom if you don’t immediately crowd it with another. The subtext is craft as restraint - that emotional clarity often arrives not through adding but through cutting.
There’s also a sly gendered undercurrent: the culture loves a talky male bard who can dazzle you with lines; a woman insisting on economy risks being read as less “literary.” Mitchell flips that: knowing when to stop becomes the higher skill. It’s a compact manifesto against lyrical maximalism, delivered with the dry, musician’s pragmatism of someone who hears the song’s capacity before she hears the ego.
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| Topic | Music |
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