Showing posts with label Neil Young. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Neil Young. Show all posts

Monday, November 12, 2012

Give me things that don't get lost.

Happy birthday, Neil. I would have posted that Massey Hall clip from 1971, but I want to expose the fact that you have not lost a particle of passion since you were the young man that was a lot like the old man.



Also, I have to find this 45.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Let me hear the magic in my heart.


This one's for the jukebox, because since I saw Neil and Crazy Horse last week I've been reminded time and again that love is it.



This one's for you, so you can feel what it was like last Thursday in that temple built for and by money. It was recorded only a couple of months ago.




Love almost broke it down. But Neil and CH, they did break it down, huddled as if against a windstorm beneath the towering Fender stacks they resurrected from the Rust Never Sleeps tour, miniature but ferocious. I was wholly stunned by the their tightness, by the raw, dream-of-the-90s wall of guitars, by the intensity of Neil, whose face often looked as if it should be hovering over a post hole digger instead of a Gibson Les Paul.

When he sings "give me strength and set me free," it's more like

GIVE ME STRENGTH AND SET ME FREE

I thank the universe that Neil Young walks and completely fucking rocks out on this earth.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

People, pick up on what I'm putting down now

Just a little something for the gang down in Tampa (to whom I refuse to pay any attention except that which is filtered through the Colbert/Daily Show Socio-Satirical-Industrial Complex).




I wish the DNC would have Neil and Crazy Horse open their big hoo-ha next week with this. That would show 'em!

(It would!)