I've seen Neil Young play in real life twice, but I feel like I've really only seen two-thirds of what he can do.
One was a big festival set where he played almost all the hits (although the wife managed to straight up hallucinate one of them). It was incandescently good, I could see the music buzzing through the air when he did Cortez The Killer, and it was absolutely everything you would want in a Neil Young concert.
That's what I thought anyway, until I saw Young perform again with Crazy Horse a few years later, and it was fucking brilliant in a whole new way. He was just jamming with his mates, and the songs went on forever, and he played about three songs that everybody knew, and then a bunch of deep cuts from decades of songs, and it was glorious in a whole new way.
The disappointed faces of the other concertgoers who never got to hear him do anything they could sing along to - that just made it all the sweeter.
The only thing I need now is to see Neil in his most laidback, acoustic mode, warbling out Harvest Moon on a stage covered in straw. The big fella is not getting any younger, but I still have high hopes that I will get to see this Neil Young, and complete this particular circle of life.
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