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For Mets Fans Only: Joni, Too

Two more aerial photos of Shea Stadium from Chopper 880, taken by Tom Kaminski. Why is this so fascinating to me? I feel like a crow circling a cadaver. Don’t get me wrong: I’m happy about the new stadium. Shea was a dump. But it was always, always there. And now it’s gone. Disorienting.

Hat tip to Steve Keane of the Eddie Kranepool Society for the lyrical suggestion, Joni Mitchell’s “Big Yellow Taxi.”

If you are ever looking for something a little oddball (and who isn’t?), you should track down Bob Dylan’s cover of this tune. The story behind that: When Dylan decided not to¬† renew his Columbia contract, in 1973, the label released a bunch of poor outtakes for the album, “Dylan.” “Big Yellow Taxi” is on that appropriately maligned disk.

They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique
And a swinging hot spot
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till its gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Here’s a newer version, the Counting Crows with Vanessa Carlton, featuring some nice shots of Coney Island and NYC. Though I think the Vanessa Carlton walking-around-aimlessly-with-scarf shots are beyond lame.

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The Mets & The Eddie Kranepool Society

If you are a visitor from Steve Keane’s great New York Mets blog, The Eddie Kranepool Society, thanks for coming. You might be feeling temporarily disoriented, in a Where am I? sort of way. I advise you to click here (where Steve meant to send you) or here (for my Mets-centric posts). And as Mets fan, by all means don’t miss this! Thanks for stopping by. You can warm your hands on the hot stove. Cheers. For the curious, please note that Steve is a passionate Mets fan, an Old School guy, and he’s unrestrained in his enthusiasms and his language. For the rest of you folks, the children’s literature people, keep moving along, please, there’s nothing to see here, nothing at all . . .