Neil Young

Seen him twice with Crazy Horse, very good. Would love to see him do an acoustic set.
Do you mean with Crazy Horse or just acoustic? MTV Unplugged is brilliant, though apparently he didn't like it.
 
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Do you mean with Crazy Horse or just acoustic? MTV Unplugged is brilliant, though apparently he didn't like it.

Crazy Horse. Never seen him unplugged but would like to. I'll take a look at that.

I've got a cd somewhere of the gig at the Ryman Auditorium when he did the Praire Wind album and then some classics in the second half. Great stuff.
 
Iv loved him for 30 plus years now,however.....the worst gig Iv ever seen was Neil Young at the NEC at Birmingham about 1981-82 -83 cant remember excactly,on the Trans tour ,it was truly shocking,awful.
 
Never listened to any Ian McNabb.

Only really got in to NY in early nineties although I loved Like A Hurricane and Hey Hey... from their release. Got 20 something albums so still plenty more one could add to the collection.

Give him a try mate .... I'd suggest his Merseybeast or Head Like A Rock to give a good taster.

And this guy doing the Neil Young classic is a bit of a decent singer .... ;-)

 

Part of the holy trinity as far as I am concerned (Dylan, Young, Springsteen).

On the Beach is fantastic. If I could only have one though...it would be Live Rust. The electric set with Powderfinger, Cortez the Killer, and Cinnamon Girl one after another is as good as it gets. Those are my favorite three songs. Powderfinger is staggeringly beautiful:

"Powderfinger"

Look out, Mama,
there's a white boat
comin' up the river
With a big red beacon,
and a flag,
and a man on the rail
I think you'd better call John,
'Cause it don't
look like they're here
to deliver the mail
And it's less than a mile away
I hope they didn't come to stay
It's got numbers on the side
and a gun
And it's makin' big waves.

Daddy's gone,
my brother's out hunting
in the mountains
Big John's been drinking
since the river took Emmy-Lou
So the powers that be
left me here
to do the thinkin'
And I just turned twenty-two
I was wonderin' what to do
And the closer they got,
The more those feelings grew.

Daddy's rifle in my hand
felt reassurin'
He told me,
Red means run, son,
numbers add up to nothin'
But when the first shot
hit the docks I saw it comin'
Raised my rifle to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why.
Then I saw black,
And my face splashed in the sky.

Shelter me from the powder
and the finger
Cover me with the thought
that pulled the trigger
Think of me
as one you'd never figured
Would fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love,
I know I'll miss her.
 
Never really given much of his solo stuff a listen but deja vu by csny is a fucking mega album and one of my very favourites. Needle and the damage done obviously, cinnamon girl and ohio all absolute mega tunes but old man my personal favourite of all his stuff. Different level

One of the great love hate relationships in Rock and Roll. I love that both Young and Crosby wrote songs (arguably two of the best songs either ever wrote) about the break up of CSNY. Crosby's edges Young's for me (you can't beat having Jerry Garcia playing peddle steel on a tune) but both are worth a listen.

Young's Account:

"Thrasher"

They were hiding behind hay bales,
They were planting
in the full moon
They had given all they had
for something new
But the light of day was on them,
They could see the thrashers coming
And the water
shone like diamonds in the dew.

And I was just getting up,
hit the road before it's light
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw
those thrashers rolling by,
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin'
like my day had just begun.

Where the eagle glides ascending
There's an ancient river bending
Down the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions,
Who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science
Slashed the pearly gates.

It was then I knew I'd had enough,
Burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement
turns to sand
With a one-way ticket
to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends
I still don't understand.

They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed,
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks
and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting.

So I got bored and left them there,
They were just deadweight to me
Better down the road
without that load
Brings back the time
when I was eight or nine
I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,
It was that great
Grand Canyon rescue episode.

Where the vulture glides descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Thru libraries and museums,
galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with heated pool and bar.

But me I'm not stopping there,
Got my own row left to hoe
Just another line
in the field of time
When the thrasher comes,
I'll be stuck in the sun
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
But I'll know the time has come
To give what's mine.

Crosby's

"Cowboy Movie"

Me and my good partners
We were riding back to our camp
We were feeling very fine
And the air was clear and slightly damp
And we were riding back to have ourselves a party
To celebrate the robbing of the train.

We were talking kind of low and lazy
About not having to go out soon again
You know we hadn't been back home two hours
We heard a hawk cry out in the night
And you know that's a signal from young Billy, who's our sentry

He's saying something here ain't exactly right
So we quick grabbed some of our hardware
Stumbled out of our home
In two minutes flat we had found her
An Indian girl all alone

And Eli said, "Let's take her back to the cabin"
I said, "You don't know she might be the law, yeah"
He said, smiling kind of nasty,
"It ain't too damn likely she'll beat me to the draw."

As we were walking back through the darkness,
I heard the Duke, he's our dynamiter, say,
He said, "What's your name, sweet little Indian girl?"
She said, "Raven." and she looked away.
Right then I didn't trust her, no and I said so, oh no.

Now, Eli, he's our fastest gunner
He's kind of mean and young from the South
He said, "Fat Albert, you're getting kind of old and weird now."
"You'd better get your twelve gauge shot gun right out."

Now Eli and the Duke they got down to it
They each wanted the Indian girl for their own
But when they finally got around to asking her
You know she said she'd come to take young Billy home
Eli said he'd kill young Billy
He'd kill the Duke, and probably me too, yeah

The Indian girl said, "Go ahead now do it"
I said "Stop it", and she bit my thumb nearly clean through
And when they finally started to break down the door
I smeared my face up with blood from my thumb
I laid down on the floor and played real good possum

You know I'm crazy but I ain't real dumb
Now I'm dying here in Albuquerque
I must be the sorriest sight you ever saw
You know the reason I'm the only man here to tell it
You know that Indian girl, she wasn't an Indian she was the law
 

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