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REVIEW Joni Mitchell’s latest effort an uplifting, graceful commentary You know it never has been easy Whether you do or you do not resign Whether you travel the breadth of extremitie­s Or stick to some straighter line —JoniMitche­ll,“Hejira”

Joni Mitchell is a restless woman, a fact for which she is both praised and cursed. Just when you settle into her groove, she’s off dabbling in something totally different. She’s a folk singer — no, she’s a pop star — no, she’s an avant-garde jazzbo — whew, don’t look now, she’s recording with the philharmon­ic. Indeed, she has never stuck to a straight line.

It’s that same restless spirit that caused her to announce several years ago that she was done, retiring, sick of the industry’s “cesspool” and going off to paint and record no more. But that restlessne­ss also was bound to bring her back. When you’re an artist who thinks and feels deeply about the world and its environmen­t, it’s not easy to stay sidelined when she disagrees with the people running our country. So Joni’s back, toting an album — “Shine,” out Sept. 25 on Starbucks’ Hear Music label — that addresses political, social and environmen­tal concerns with the most grace of her career thus far.

What that means is, she’s written a bunch of protest songs that don’t sound like protest songs. Not what we commonly think of in the sometimes strident, Woody Guthrie, threechord­s-and-the-truth manner. That jazzbo side of her is still alive here, twisting the chords and crafting arrangemen­ts with supple saxes and fretless bass. She’s rediscover­ed her piano, it seems, and plants most of her notions within beautiful ballads. She doesn’t shout or rail or wail. This is a welcome evolutiona­ry step (sometimes even pleasantly regressive) beyond the didactic drudgery of her previous attempts at explicit moralizing — see “Sex Kills,” “Lakota,” “Tax Free,” etc. Much of the time on “Shine,” carried along on the warm currents of song, you might not even know you’re being proseletyz­ed.

In fact, Mitchell, a woman known for the gift of gab, doesn’t rush into her surprise comeback blathering at all. The first song is a quiet statement — an instrument­al. She comes out of the gate with “One Week Last Summer,” a pastoral little concerto between piano and woodwinds with seven verses, one for each day of a sublime week she spent in her house by the shore. At she describes the inspiratio­n behind this piece: “I stepped outside of my little

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house and stood barefoot on a rock. The Pacific Ocean rolled toward me. Across the bay, a family of seals sprawled on the kelp uncovered by the low tide. A blue heron honked overhead. All around the house the wild roses were blooming. The air smelled sweet and salty and loud with crows and bees. My house was clean. I had food in the fridge for a week. I sat outside ’til the sun went down. That night the piano beckoned for the first time in 10 years.”

Ah, the languid life of a rich Boomer singer. But it’s this peaceful, personal place from which she works through her more universal issues. The next song, “This Place,” ruminates on a conversati­on with her neighbor about her ’hood’s natural beauty, into which Mitchell injects her backhanded warning:

Here come the toxic spills Miners poking all around When this place looks like a moonscape Don’t say I didn’t warn ya

In the title track — only one of two songs on the album with any percussion — she exhorts someone to “

but she carries it beyond that allusion to simpler pop songs from a simpler time. She wants the light to shine like a journalist, or a redeemer:

your little light shine,”

let Shine on rising oceans and evaporatin­g seas Shine on our Frankenste­in technologi­es Shine on science With its tunnel vision Shine on fertile farmland Buried under subdivisio­ns

Only in “If I Had a Heart,” a perfectly pleasant piano-driven number cluttered by too many synthesize­rs, does the litany of world woes — “

— get a bit too

war, genocide, suicide”

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heavy-handed.

She even revisits “Big Yellow Taxi,” which given that the disc is coming out on the Starbucks label seems at first glance to be a mere cash-in. You could almost hear the executive, setting down his mochaccino, saying, “This is great, Joan, but we need at least one hit our customer base will recognize, something that crosses all markets.” But, cynical as she is about world affairs, the new recording of this oft-covered old chestnut fits right into the theme of the disc, as well as her recent penchant for reinterpre­tting her own catalog. What sometimes has been lost in all those bouncy covers and bop-bop-bops over the years is that this is a deeply green piece of songwritin­g. Amid “Shine’s” other tuneful laments about clear-cutting and senseless wars, her worry about paving over paradise is (gulp, after all these decades) still a going concern.

It all shines, truly — the most accessible album she’s made in some time. And it ends on a hopeful note, an adaptation of Rudyard Kipling’s quotable poetry, called “If.” Whether you’ve enjoyed the album as a soundtrack to a pleasant late-summer evening on the lanai or a private meditation on the spirit of the world, Mitchell (with Herbie Hancock playing piano, fresh from his own tribute disc to her, “River: The Joni Letters”) encourages us in our paths to follow a straighter line.

Cause you’ve got the fight You’ve got the insight You’ve got the fight You’ve got the insight