Joni MitchellHejira

Written on the road between her car and motel rooms, this drifts like highway through a windshield. Jaco Pastorius's fretless bass slides and sings underneath, loose and weightless, giving the whole thing a floating, rhythm-free pull. "Coyote" swaggers through a one-night-stand tale said to reference Sam Shepard. "Amelia" threads desert imagery with the ghost of Amelia Earhart over chords that never quite land. Open, spacious, restless. Joni at her most fearless, and a record that feels like motion itself.