Joni Mitchell! Yeah, why the heck not? Every time a young lady put on a Joni Mitchell record I knew I was going to get lucky. So oink! oink! (But it’s true!)

Sure, Neil Young–though I always thought his falsetto was kind of creepy.

The Band. The Band. The Band. The Band.

Jesse Winchester. (From Canada, right?)

All of which reminds me of this neat fellow–an electrical engineer–who used to work at Gould, Inc., where I pulled night shift security while going to school back in the mid 70’s. A nice fellow with the standard shoulder-length hair (slight male-pattern baldness happening though), fu-manchu (almost) beard. Somehow we got to talking and he invited me over to his house for a great low-keyed party with wife and kids and friends and he and his buddies singing blue grass and folk. Whatever happened to them? He was a Jesse Winchester fan. And I became one too, though I haven’t listened to J. W. in many a year.

Margaret Avison.

Irving Layton.

Leonard Cohen.