{"id":3401,"date":"2025-11-13T11:48:46","date_gmt":"2025-11-13T11:48:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/mojo\/?p=3401"},"modified":"2025-11-14T12:50:50","modified_gmt":"2025-11-14T12:50:50","slug":"neil-young-50-v2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/mojo\/2025\/11\/13\/neil-young-50-v2\/","title":{"rendered":"Neil Young 50 v2"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>[et_pb_section fb_built=&#8221;1&#8243; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][et_pb_row _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][et_pb_column type=&#8221;4_4&#8243; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][et_pb_code module_class=&#8221;custom-cat&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<div class=\"fp-mojo-presents\"><!-- [et_pb_line_break_holder] -->\t<\/p>\n<div class=\"fp-col-1\"><!-- [et_pb_line_break_holder] -->\t\t<pee class=\"tac text-white bold\">Mojo<\/pee><!-- [et_pb_line_break_holder] -->\t<\/div>\n<p><!-- [et_pb_line_break_holder] -->\t<\/p>\n<div class=\"fp-col-2\"><!-- [et_pb_line_break_holder] -->\t\t<pee class=\"tac text-grey bold\">The List<\/pee><!-- [et_pb_line_break_holder] -->\t<\/div>\n<p><!-- [et_pb_line_break_holder] --><\/div>\n<p>[\/et_pb_code][et_pb_text module_class=&#8221;article-title&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; header_font=&#8221;||||||||&#8221; header_text_align=&#8221;center&#8221; header_text_color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; header_font_size=&#8221;68px&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;40px||||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<h1 class=\"p1\">Neil Young\u2019s 50 Greatest Songs<\/h1>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=&#8221;intro-text&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; text_orientation=&#8221;center&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">R.E.M., Metallica, Rush, Chrissie Hynde and more select Neil\u2019s greatest tracks.<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=&#8221;credit-main&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; text_font=&#8221;||||||||&#8221; text_font_size=&#8221;16px&#8221; text_orientation=&#8221;center&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Words by <span style=\"color: #999999\">MOJO staff<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section][et_pb_section fb_built=&#8221;1&#8243; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][et_pb_row _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][et_pb_column type=&#8221;4_4&#8243; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][et_pb_image src=&#8221;https:\/\/flatplan-plus-content.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/7\/2025\/11\/Neil-Young-1971-Hero_Alamy.jpg&#8221; title_text=&#8221;Neil-Young-1971-Hero_Alamy&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p>Longhaired hippy dreamer, proto-punk rocker, experimental synth-explorer, godfather of grunge, still raging anti-war polemicist&#8230; Since he first emerged as part of Buffalo Springfield in 1966, Young has taken on every one of these guises, sometimes several at once. But one constant remains \u2013 as soon as the world has begun digesting the latest Neil Young creation, the man himself will have moved on.<\/p>\n<p>The passage of time is a recurring theme in Young\u2019s music. He\u2019s a master at capturing a moment, his references to the past and questions about the future placing the listener directly in the song. Past and present, the end and the beginning, young and old, the artist and the audience, the electric and the acoustic; conflicts like these lie at heart of his best records. Whether he renders them using the upper registers of a blazing Les Paul or an acoustic guitar, a piano and that vulnerable\/defiant voice, or even a vocoder and a keytar, Young has always made music that comes from the very centre of his being.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s why his songs have resonated not only with his fans over the decades, but with other musicians who remain in awe of his continued creative chase. A chase that, as his latest album Talkin To The Trees shows, continues to turn up fresh treasure long after the gold rush was supposed to have passed. Neil and The Chrome Hearts recent shows \u2013 including spellbinding sets at Glastonbury and Hyde Park &#8211; proved that whether written in the 60s, 70s, or the 21st century, Young&#8217;s songs have a magic to them that will neither burn out, nor fade away any time soon.<\/p>\n<p>To celebrate Neil&#8217;s 80th birthday, a selection of stars &#8211; many of whom have played on those very same tracks &#8211; pick their own personal favourites for MOJO&#8217;s rundown of Neil Young\u2019s 50 greatest songs\u2026<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>50.<\/strong> <strong>Music Arcade <\/strong>(Broken Arrow, 1996)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Neil\u2019s lowest-fi slice-of-life: \u201cHave you ever been lost?\u201d. As selected by Giant Sand\u2019s Howe Gelb.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJust weeks before flood waters [in Pennsylvania] would come and spill six feet over our roof, I had just drawn a mural on my bedroom wall of my favourite bands at the time. Neil was there amongst\u00a0the Stones and\u00a0Zeppelin. Funny thing was, when we re-entered our devastated home, those walls had been protected by the mattresses that washed up against them. There I stood in my destroyed world, stanky river mud clotting the walls and ceiling and ankle-deep ooze all over the floor hiding the water snakes still lurking. I yanked down the mattresses and the images of Neil and all my favourite bands were untouched and looked glorious in that surrounding muck. It felt like some kind of omen, something bigger than losing our home.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe song of his I most embrace is something that sounds so hidden and tucked away. Music Arcade is as intimate as it gets. Like Neil couldn\u2019t sleep, like it was a hell of a day\u2026 so he walked over to his home studio recorder and whispered this pup like he was writing it just as it was being harvested. Quiet enough to wonder at his own meaning and place in the world at that very moment. Quiet so as not to wake anyone else in the house. And that sensibility is housed in all his songs. Powerful enough to be that quiet and while under the pondered impossibility of our troubled world, still show us a way out, an endgame spin. His songs show us a way to make it through the day, but at the very same time, have enough care in them to not wake anyone else in the house who managed to find some sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Music Arcade\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/7N1YN3YjuhY?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>49. <\/strong><strong>I Am A Child <\/strong>(Live Rust, 1979)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Raw version of Young ache from the Springfield\u2019s contractual\u00a0Last Time Around. As selected by\u00a0Dylan LeBlanc.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI was asleep at night and I had\u00a0Live Rust\u00a0playing continuously. I had always skipped that song but on that occasion it played and I woke up as it was playing. It was a dark and dreary day but at that point that song seemed like the perfect song to wake up to. There is an innocence and youthfulness in it combined with a feeling of desperation. It\u2019s like Neil trying to tell us something that we really can\u2019t understand. That\u2019s why it appeals to me, because I have felt that same sense of hopelessness so many times. (Sings) \u2018I am a child\/I\u2019ll last a while\/You can\u2019t conceive\/Of the pleasure in my smile.\u2019 Neil\u2019s telling us that people take children for granted, and the song is also a reminder that you are going to get hurt. Musically, the six chords in that song are beautiful. It moves so well. The music actually paints a picture even without the words. It feels like you\u2019re being taken back to an older time rather than the time that you are in. I think Neil Young always wrote that way. That\u2019s what makes him so timeless.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"I Am a Child (Live) [2016 Remaster]\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Dl0SSEUeOYc?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>48.<\/strong> <strong>Ambulance Blues<\/strong> (On The Beach, 1974)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Through the past, darkly, with burnouts, critics, Presidents and worse. As selected by\u00a0Phosphorescent\u2019s\u00a0Matt Houck.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s a monster, a really long and hypnotic and all-encompassing nine-minute mood piece that smoulders along. Loose, resigned and weary, but still full of piss and strength. It can change the entire mood of what\u2019s going on around you, which is really impressive. And these little fragments of lyrics appear each time you hear it. I once wrote a song called Not A Heel that was directly inspired by the line, \u2018I\u2019m such a heel for making her feel so bad.\u2019 That really struck me then as I was trying to convince myself that I wasn\u2019t a heel, for the exact same reasons. The references \u2013 Richard Nixon, Charles Manson, Patty Hearst, CSN&amp;Y \u2013 are quite specific but like all great art, it rises above whatever the artist is specifically talking about and becomes universal. Just listen for those nine minutes and then put the needle on it again. And listen for nine more. Listen to that wandering fiddle. Listen to that voice. And the ragged way it\u2019s recorded. It\u2019s all right there. You can just feel it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Ambulance Blues (2016 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/EA2BNB_4m3g?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>47.<\/strong> <strong>Old King<\/strong> (Harvest Moon, 1992)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Twanging C&amp;W hymns man\u2019s best friend: \u201cI told the dog about everything.\u201d As selected by\u00a0Swans\u2019\u00a0Michael Gira.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen I think of Neil Young, this is the song that pops into my head: (sings) \u2018My dog King wasn\u2019t afraid to jump off the truck in high gear\u2019 (laughs) and then it\u2019s got the banjos. I think it\u2019s wonderful coming from the same artist that wrote The Needle And The Damage Done.\u00a0Harvest Moon\u00a0has some beautiful love songs on it, but it takes a lot of talent to be able to write a song about a dog. It could be in a Disney movie. From the first couple of lines \u2013 Willie Nelson has this ability, too \u2013 you\u2019ve got this picture of the whole world. To be able to do that \u2013 despite how comical the subject matter is \u2013 I think is a true talent.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Old King\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/O97SYiBA1W8?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>46. Winterlong<\/strong> (Decade, 1977)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Rock as melancholy and monumental as any in the canon. As selected by Pixies\u2019 Black Francis.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBeginning with the title, it is creative. It\u2019s a new word. And we all know what it means, but it has more weight than \u2018winter long\u2019. The song begins in a sleepy but totally solid tempo on a one-bar ascending riff that announces the chord progression that follows it: C, Am, F, G. A perfect 1950s chord progression. The 1950s chord progression. The amps are just loud enough to break up a bit. The sound is warm and the guitars gurgle like liquid coming out of the ground. That\u2019s how it sounds to me. Like liquid from inner earth. And my heart is breaking and I don\u2019t even know why yet. The band plays one time through and resolves in an F and a C and the riff again before the spotlight blinks on Neil at the mike. \u2018I waited for you Winterlong\/You seem to be where I belong\/It\u2019s all illusion anyway\u2026\u2019 He longed all winter, but he also knows in the end it\u2019s the trickery of the human perspective. Love is but it also isn\u2019t.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSecond verse: \u2018If things should ever turn out wrong\/And all the love we have is gone\/It won\u2019t be easy on that day.\u2019 I\u2019m sorry. But that is heartbreaking. He knows it\u2019s coming. And then we build toward that final chorus. \u2018I waited for you Winterlong\/You seem to be where I belong.\u2019 Over and over. The pathos of the minor chord feeling is gone, and a knowledge and a resignation has replaced the sadness, almost triumphant. The singer has been formed by the experience. A mutation has occurred. He is stronger and more lonely, but he isn\u2019t waiting any more. He will never have that feeling ever again. Ever. Forever.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Winterlong (2017 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/RV6r66n3TFI?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>45. Thrasher <\/strong>(Rust Never Sleeps, 1979)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Or \u201cWhy I Quit CSN&amp;Y\u201d, charged with slippery symbolism. As selected by art critic and Neil nut\u00a0Matthew Collings.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI like the narrative. I like all that stuff about \u2018crystal canyons\u2019, about the drugs being taken by Crosby and Stills. And I like, \u2018Brings back the time when I was eight or nine\/I was watching my momma\u2019s TV\/It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.\u2019 It\u2019s a lovely leap, flashing up those images. But the song is also a warning: the thrasher is death. You will be cut down. That gives the song its epic feel, that and the structure: no chorus, just great long verses like Dylan\u2019s Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands, heroic in a way that very few people have managed to pull off. If he were a visual artist I think he would have to be someone expressive. Sometimes when he\u2019s playing the lead on the guitar, you feel like he just sort of leant on the guitar, just groaned the noise out. It\u2019s the most sublime sound, like great buildings crashing, a big historical sweep. I think he\u2019d be Mark Rothko \u2013 with those big banks of tone and colour.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Thrasher (2016 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/HOgSTD7Kjrw?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][et_pb_column type=&#8221;4_4&#8243; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>44. Here We Are In The Years <\/strong>(Neil Young, 1968)<\/p>\n<p><strong>The hidden gem of Young\u2019s fussy debut. Dig the horn-emulating synth! As selected by Midlake\u2019s Eric Pulido.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI somehow overlooked Neil Young\u2019s debut album at first. But once I spent some time with it I found the ever-present beauty, most especially in this song. I was hooked by the concertoesque piano intro that then settles right into a simple yet perfect rhythm section. It just feels so good. And if that wasn\u2019t enough, the delicately beautiful side of Neil\u2019s voice over this bed of continued musical gold, with great acoustic and electric guitar flourishes throughout, makes it that much more impactful. The lyrics of a world divided into a \u2018city vs country\u2019 type mindset and the impending repercussions, is also something that I can relate to and is even present in some Midlake tunes. Thanks Neil, for another amazing tune.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Here We Are in the Years (2009 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/2vSiSRWkluU?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>43.<\/strong> <strong>It\u2019s A Dream<\/strong> (Prairie Wind, 2005)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Everyday country life transformed into exquisite reverie. As selected by\u00a0Doug Paisley.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI first heard It\u2019s A Dream in Heart Of Gold, the concert film by Jonathan Demme. Initially, there was a part of me that resisted its plaintive tone: it just seemed too simple. By the time I heard the song again later in the film, I mostly knew how to sing it. When I was in a rough patch I cued up the song every morning to start my day. We played It\u2019s A Dream on-stage at the Cameron House in Toronto a while ago and a number of people came up to me afterwards just to say that the song had made them cry. That had never happened to me before, but I knew it wasn\u2019t my performance that had touched them so deeply. I grew up a few blocks from where Young had lived and gone to high school in uptown Toronto. His songs were often playing at neighbourhood parties as we drifted about in a teenage haze. There were other bands, Grateful Dead,\u00a0Led Zeppelin, that people seemed to build up their whole identities around. With Neil Young\u2019s songs there were no requisites for listening or identifying, it was pure music. That must be why they\u2019ve gone so deeply into my consciousness and how they are living there still.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Neil Young - It&#039;s A Dream\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/lJNB8fXje3I?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>42.<\/strong> <strong>Sleeps With Angels<\/strong> (Sleeps With Angels, 1994)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Burning out versus fading away. As selected by MOJO writer\u00a0David Fricke.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p>As eulogies go, Sleeps With Angels, Neil Young\u2019s instant memorial to Nirvana\u2019s Kurt Cobain, was short, brutal and ambiguous \u2013 much like the life of the man he mourned. On April 8, 1994, Cobain was found dead from a self-inflicted shotgun wound at his Seattle home. In his rambling anguished suicide note, Cobain quoted Young, from Rust Never Sleeps\u2019 My My, Hey Hey (Out Of The Blue): \u201cIt\u2019s better to burn out than to fade away.\u201d Two weeks later, on April 25, Young convened his loyal garage band Crazy Horse at Complex Studios in Los Angeles and recorded a 20-minute instrumental that sounded like Nirvana in leg irons, a funeral shuffle coated in ugly throbbing fuzz, with a stuttering riff and pie-plate-like cymbal clangs. Young cut that beast down to a three-minute splinter, adding barely whispered vocals \u2013 Young singing with himself via slightly skewed overdub \u2013 dotted with falsetto cries (\u201cToo late! Too soon!\u201d) that sound like rattled seraphim at the pearly gates, frantically double-checking the guest list.<\/p>\n<p>Unlike Ohio, Young\u2019s fast, outraged response to the 1970 Kent State University massacre, and Tonight\u2019s The Night, his sayonara to roadie and OD victim Bruce Berry, Sleeps With Angels is all allusion, a reflection on the most desperate kind of comfort and the empty space left behind. But it is also painfully acute writing. The opening lines \u2013 \u201cShe wasn\u2019t perfect\/She had some trips of her own\u201d \u2013 is a plain reference to Cobain\u2019s widow, Courtney Love. What follows \u2013 \u201cHe wasn\u2019t worried\/At least he wasn\u2019t alone\u201d \u2013 is a revealing compassion. Even from a distance, Young could tell: Husband and wife had been perfectly, if fatally, suited to each other.<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=&#8221;pull-quote&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; header_2_text_align=&#8221;center&#8221; header_2_text_color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; header_2_font_size=&#8221;46px&#8221; header_2_line_height=&#8221;1.2em&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<h2 class=\"p1\">&#8216;We just wanted to hear all these Neil Young stories&#8230;&#8217;<\/h2>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=&#8221;pullquote-name&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; header_2_text_align=&#8221;center&#8221; header_2_font_size=&#8221;46px&#8221; header_2_line_height=&#8221;1.2em&#8221; header_3_text_align=&#8221;center&#8221; header_3_text_color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; header_3_font_size=&#8221;38px&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<h3 class=\"p1\">Krist Novoselic<\/h3>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p>Young and Cobain never met. They came eerily close. In the spring of 1991, when Nirvana were hunting for a producer for Nevermind, the band approached Young\u2019s producer David Briggs. Nothing came of it, although there was a memorable meeting over coffee at a Denny\u2019s restaurant. \u201cWe just wanted to hear all these Neil Young stories,\u201d bassist Krist Novoselic recalled. Nirvana nearly opened for Young on the \u201991 Weld tour \u2013 Cobain\u2019s buddies Sonic Youth, already on the bill, tried to get them the opening slot. And Young biographer Jimmy McDonough noted in Shakey that he saw Cobain and Love hanging around backstage at Young\u2019s 1993 Harvest Moon show in Los Angeles.<\/p>\n<p>Finally, in the first week of April, 1994, Young \u2013 troubled by the news of Cobain\u2019s near-suicide in March, from a drug overdose in Rome \u2013 attempted through management channels to reach the younger man. Cobain never got the message. Sleeps With Angels, added at the last minute to Young\u2019s next studio album, would be his penance. \u201cIt\u2019s just too bad I didn\u2019t get a shot,\u201d Young lamented years later. \u201cI might\u2019ve been able to make things a little lighter for him.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>41. Broken Arrow<\/strong> (Buffalo Springfield Again, 1967)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Suite inspiration from Buffalo Springfield. As selected by MOJO writer\u00a0Richie Unterberger.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p>Out-and-out psychedelia is not Neil Young\u2019s stock in trade. Yet for a golden moment on Buffalo Springfield\u2019s second album he married lyrical obscurity to arrangements as magically orchestral as any psychedelic rock this side of\u00a0Sgt. Pepper. The six-minute Broken Arrow shifts mood and perspective like a movie of three discrete vignettes interrupted by haunting, sometimes surreally disturbing flashbacks. Its dedication to old friend (and, briefly, Springfield bassist) Ken Koblun notwithstanding, it defies easy interpretation and keeps listeners perpetually off-balance, the instrumental interludes quaking and shimmering as they dissolve into the three verses.<\/p>\n<p>Those verses \u2013 the core of Broken Arrow \u2013 are impressive enough on their own, driven by one of Young\u2019s grandest, most melancholic melodies and progressively lusher, soaring backdrops. The words deal with disillusionment \u2013 already a worn theme in rock, but here outlined with delicious dreaminess, whether Neil is alluding to the emptiness of pop stardom or JFK\u2019s assassination, or both, or more, blurring that day in Dallas with imagery from a medieval parade. It\u2019s all united by the yearning chorus, tying failed dreams to the broken arrow, used by Native Americans as a symbol of peace at the end of war.<\/p>\n<p>Broken Arrow works beautifully enough as an unadorned folk song, as the November 1968 solo acoustic performance on\u00a0Sugar Mountain: Live At Canterbury House\u00a0would ultimately reveal. But it needs its wildly disparate instrumental sections to push it to the masterpiece level. The opening snippet of Mr. Soul \u2013 recorded in the studio and sung by Springfield drummer Dewey Martin, though overdubbed screams pass it off as a live concert snippet \u2013 is an ideal prelude to the opening miasma of post-gig alienation: where fans linger for a glimpse of their idols through the windows of a black limousine.<\/p>\n<p>A merry-go-round turning into a nightmarish swirl of dissonance sets up the far more bizarre second verse, linked to the final, exponentially more ominous section with martial drums conjuring JFK\u2019s funeral march. Odder still is the instrumental tag, a loungeish jazzy jam featuring session pianist Don Randi and clarinettist Jim Horn, ending with the spooky pulses of a beating heart.<\/p>\n<p>At the time, some found Broken Arrow\u2019s production too over-the-top, including, perhaps, other members of Buffalo Springfield. Martin and Stephen Stills later recalled learning the song on the hoof and Young confirmed in his notes to Decade that it took more than 100 takes to get right. Part of the song was airlifted from a Springfield outtake, Down Down Down, Neil admitting in Hit Parader soon afterward that,\u00a0\u201cI had a two-minute song with no repetition, so I figured the only way to make it work would be to turn it into a six-minute song, repeat the refrain three different times and take it into three different movements.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Forty-odd years on it continues to transcend its cut-and-paste origins, staking its claim as Young\u2019s most glorious suite: a hypnotic, roller-coaster rush, a better movie than any of the actual movies he\u2019s made.<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Broken Arrow (2017 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/mJRtM5PNJzo?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>40.<\/strong> <strong>See The Sky About To Rain <\/strong>(On The Beach, 1974)<br \/><strong><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Lyrical, self-healing bimble on wobbly Wurly piano. Probable \u201cslow-drug\u201d input. As selected by\u00a0MGMT\u2019s\u00a0Andrew Van Wyngarden.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis is the song I can listen to over and over the most. It\u2019s the simplicity \u2013 the steel guitar and the soft drums \u2013 real loose but sparse. There\u2019re two sides of the song, a kind of environmental issue, but it\u2019s also Neil struggling to cope after the\u00a0Tonight\u2019s The Night\u00a0tour, the ultimate \u2018fuck you\u2019 tour, hated by everyone. There\u2019s that final verse: \u2018I was down in Dixie Land \/ Played a silver fiddle \/ Played it loud and then the man \/ Broke it down the middle.\u2019 The Neil albums I first got obsessed with were\u00a0Harvest,\u00a0After The Gold Rush\u00a0and then\u00a0Tonight\u2019s The Night, the tequila one \u2013 but there\u2019s something uniquely ominous about this.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"See the Sky About to Rain (2016 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/wuwBy6Hc_l8?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>39.<\/strong> <strong>Will To Love<\/strong> (American Stars \u2019N Bars, 1977)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Haunting field recording unveils Neil at his most epically desolate. As selected by Dinosaur Jr.\u2019s J Mascis.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ve got an older brother, and he had a lot of records, and that\u2019s how I started listening to Neil\u2019s stuff. I don\u2019t remember anybody at the time not liking Neil Young, except for people who thought that he was a terrible guitar player and were into Eddie Van Halen or something. I was attracted to the sound of Neil\u2019s guitar, the feelings he evokes. It can touch you somehow. It\u2019s like Neil\u2019s speaking to you through his guitar.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWill To Love\u2019s always been my favourite song. It\u2019s really intimate, intense; you\u2019re sitting by a campfire, you can hear the fire crackle\u2026 It\u2019s really spacey; he sounds so depressed, like he\u2019s detached, floating down the stream, just kind of floating away from reality and problems. The Dinosaur Jr song Not The Same [from 1993\u2019s\u00a0Where You Been?] was definitely inspired by trying to capture that feeling. It\u2019s as close to a rip-off as I\u2019ve come, I suppose.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>38.<\/strong> <strong>Goin\u2019 Back<\/strong> (Comes A Time, 1978)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Shimmering strums usher in misty visions of Eden. As chosen by\u00a0Rumer.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI heard it for the first time recently, and it made me cry. The idea of wanting to go back to a place of innocence, but in that place \u2018there\u2019s nowhere to stay\u2019 \u2013 that\u2019s so powerful. The lyrics are strange, bleak, and they speak to me at exactly the point I\u2019m at in my life. I\u2019ve been such a hobo, all my life, like a stray dog, wandering about. I\u2019ve been free, but I\u2019m not free any more. The way Neil Young is, the way he writes, is just so intuitive, he just seems to follow his subconscious. Then there\u2019s his voice \u2013 it\u2019s so feminine, with that bit of sweetness to it, but he\u2019s very much a masculine man, raggedy and almost punky. Among all those early \u201970s singer-songwriters, he was the dark one, the dark star. At the same time, he\u2019s like a little boy, forever yearning and searching, in the moment, a rolling stone, someone who is going to follow the muse no matter what. It\u2019s what makes something like, say, A Man Needs A Maid so tragic. That feeling of desolation and loneliness, because he can\u2019t reconcile a relationship with this overwhelming mission, his ministry. Neil\u2019s way is bold and brave, but it\u2019s lonely.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Goin&#039; Back (2016 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/cccsU12U8bU?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>37.<\/strong> <strong>Transformer Man<\/strong> (Trans, 1982)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Synth Neil\u2019s underrated enigma. As selected by\u00a0Devo\u2019s\u00a0Gerald Casale.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDean Stockwell and Toni Basil turned Neil onto Devo in \u201977, and we ended up doing a scene in [Young\u2019s panned movie] Human Highway. He was much more of an iconoclast than we ever could\u2019ve imagined. I think he was genuinely turned on by synthesizer music. He was kind of a Dada joker, and we liked that aspect of him. But this song is very Devo. He\u2019s talking about some new version of The Man. Like, the man who pulls the strings, the man who\u2019s not on TV \u2013 not the song and dance man for marketing hope or something like that, but the guy that really makes things happen or not happen. [NB: the song is often said to be about Young\u2019s problems in communicating with his younger son Ben, the second of his boys born with cerebral palsy]. As you get older, you get to know human nature, and how deals are really cut, how it isn\u2019t like the good of the many that drives anybody to do anything. It\u2019s pure brute exercise of power. Then at a certain point, it\u2019s so much chaos, and such a big mess, that the system doesn\u2019t work anymore. That\u2019s the point that Western culture is at. It\u2019s Devo!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Neil Young - Transformer Man\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/iHdS1zdhWQs?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>36. F*!#in\u2019 Up <\/strong>(Ragged Glory, 1990)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Molten pain and guilt meets riff like Vulcan beating his anvil. As selected by\u00a0Endless Boogie\u2019s Top Dollar.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u201cWhy do I keep fuckin\u2019 up?!\u201d Yeah, I can relate to that, those semi-conscious dynamics that lock me into patterns of self-sabotage are toxic for relationships. Lots of people say Neil\u2019s songs speak to them in a personal way. F*!#in\u2019 Up spoke to me. I was already jazzed that Neil was back in Crazy Horse hard-rocking action at the time, and then\u2026 BULLSEYE! F*!#in\u2019 Up? Fuckin\u2019 A! That revolving, heavy-hitter holding pattern riff explodes and implodes simultaneously, the perfect sonic version of fuckin\u2019 up over and over again. You know you\u2019re gonna do it, here\u2019s the anthem. \u201cSorry, sorry!\u201d he wails at the end of one live version. It hits me close, the price for intimacy is way high, fuckin\u2019 up is an easier load, must have a heart of steel, and whoa\u2026 those \u2018broken leashes on the floor\u2019! Sometimes the song sounds celebratory to me in a twisted way, but that\u2019s the guitars: lyrical fragments swirling in a maelstrom of stormy aggression. Try to find a live clip on YouTube where he isn\u2019t tearing the notes out of Old Black at the same velocity and intensity that\u2019s in his mind. When you can do that you can get away with fuckin\u2019 up, forever.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Neil Young - F!#*in Up (Video)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/BKaDCP-wKr8?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>35.<\/strong> <strong>Don\u2019t Let It Bring You Down<\/strong> (After The Gold Rush, 1970)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Death and doom abound but \u201cyou will come around\u201d. Hmm, if you say so\u2026 As selected by\u00a0John Grant.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis always reminds me of my brother Dan and his love for Neil Young. The \u2018dead man lying by the side of the road with the daylight in his eyes\u2019 is an amazing, horrific, image, and for me this is one of those songs that provides such vivid snapshots of moments that the overall melancholy of the song serves not to bring you down but to lift you up. I always find myself thinking that I better stop taking things for granted \u2013 like my relationship with my brother, for example. I always think it\u2019s about lack of perspective and that, even though we have no control over the goings-on in the world, we still have to think about today and carry on regardless. I have to say that I was never a big fan of Neil Young\u2019s voice to begin with. But now it\u2019s like a security blanket, and that blanket is handmade of the finest and sturdiest and softest material money can buy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"roland alphonso &amp; the soul vendors   tenor man trip\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/nFGhXnpiecI?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe> <\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>34.<\/strong> <strong>Don\u2019t Be Denied<\/strong> (Time Fades Away, 1973)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Anthem for the left-out and left-behind. Ye shall overcome! As selected by\u00a0Wooden Shjips\u2019\u00a0Ripley Johnson.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAs a kid I didn\u2019t know anything about Neil\u2019s biography, so I would glean as much as I could from the songs and the album photos. Don\u2019t Be Denied seemed to be one of his most literal and autobiographical songs, and that\u2019s part of its appeal to me. It\u2019s a mini-biography of his early, pre-stardom life \u2013 \u2018The punches came fast and hard \/ Lying on my back \/ In the school yard\u2019 \u2013 and lays out many of the themes and values of his work. After hearing this one song you feel like you really know where he\u2019s coming from. I had a chance to see a secret Crazy Horse show in San Francisco in the \u201990s and they played Don\u2019t Be Denied with the lost \u2018Oh Canada\u2019 verse. Since the album had been so neglected up to then, it was really special to experience that. Everyone in the audience could feel that the guy on-stage was still the same guy in the song, the guy who started a band and played all night, and that defined his life.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Don&#039;t Be Denied (2016 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/HdEX8oBRJAY?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>33.<\/strong> <strong>Revolution Blues<\/strong> (On The Beach, 1974)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Like a feral Dylan drunk on hate surfing a superbadass groove. As selected by\u00a0R.E.M.\u2019s Peter Buck.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cRevolution Blues was such a totally ballsy move. To write that in the mid-\u201970s, when Charles Manson\u2019s still the pariah of the scene, and here\u2019s Neil taking this song that relates what Manson did to the movie and music business, conveying a lot of Neil\u2019s ambivalent feelings about showbiz. I don\u2019t think I could have done that. And it\u2019s a great performance by the band, whoever that band is \u2013 I think it\u2019s almost certainly Rick Danko on bass. I bought both\u00a0Time Fades Away\u00a0and\u00a0On The Beach\u00a0at the time they came out because they got really bad reviews. There was a local hippy paper in Atlanta, and the\u00a0Time Fades Away\u00a0record review was just the quintessential bullshit hippy review: \u2018Neil\u2019s the type of guy you used to be able to smoke a doob with your old lady, and then he makes this record which is all noisy. You need to get all mellow again, man.\u2019 And I thought, I hate mellow, so this must be great, and I was right. R.E.M. played with Neil in 1998 at a Bridge School Benefit. He called up to ask what songs we were thinking of doing. And I said, Weelll, y\u2019know, Motion Pictures, On The Beach, Revolution Blues, Ambulance Blues\u2026 He said, \u2018Man, you\u2019re going all the way down with that\u2026\u2019 We played Ambulance Blues with him in the end. He\u2019s very precise. The tempo can\u2019t vary.\u00a0You know, it\u2019s natural in rock\u2019n\u2019roll if you get excited about playing something you speed it up a little bit. But not Neil Young. He\u2019ll stop you and go, \u2018No \u2013 here\u2019s the tempo. It doesn\u2019t go any faster.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Revolution Blues (2016 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/2yK504X_wvs?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>32.<\/strong> <strong>Words (Between The Lines Of Age)<\/strong> (Harvest, 1972)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Harvest\u2019s closer. Scraggy but profound. As selected by\u00a0Chip Taylor.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen I was a kid I used to listen to country radio because I loved the pain you could hear in those songs. Neil Young has that same beautiful sadness in his music. When I did my version of Words I really wanted to feel that. I needed to learn the song properly before I could really sink into it. Lyrically, the first section makes me think of Neil Young looking out of his cabin window contemplating all the things that have happened down the years on the land he looks out on. The second part of the song deals with the issue of class from the point of view of a servant or a junkman. The question is really: How would you feel if you were me? In terms of the music, the time signature jolts in the instrumental sections, musically representing the transition between generations. The fact that they rub against each other so quickly reminds me that life is short, real short \u2013 you\u2019ve got one chance so don\u2019t fuck it up!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Neil Young - Words (Between the Lines of Age) [Official Audio]\" width=\"1080\" height=\"608\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/rFRIXQPk6BY?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>31.<\/strong> <strong>Rockin\u2019 In The Free World<\/strong> (Freedom, 1989)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Catchy, conflicted: Neil\u2019s Born In The USA. As selected by\u00a0Dream Syndicate\u2019s\u00a0Steve Wynn.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI think it was the one-two punch of Landing On Water and Life that finally put me over the edge. I mean, enough was enough. And then someone gave me a [bootleg] cassette of the songs from [unreleased album]\u00a0Times Square\u00a0and I remember hearing Eldorado and thinking, Hmmm\u2026 maybe it\u2019s not all over. And then just a few months later I saw Neil on Saturday Night Live. He was playing Rockin\u2019 In The Free World and it was like hearing Cinnamon Girl for the first time. Maybe it\u2019s like when you\u2019re really hungry and get the first taste of something that resembles food. Sometimes the degree of hunger outweighs the quality of the meal. But it came at the right time, it felt like a bolt of lightning and it bought Neil and his fans another couple of decades together, so who knows? Maybe it\u2019s his best song ever.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Rockin&#039; in the Free World\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/DvxxdZpMFHg?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>30.<\/strong> <strong>Mellow My Mind<\/strong> (Tonight\u2019s The Night, 1975)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Rustic fantasies ease Neil\u2019s rock star stress. As selected by\u00a0Simply Red\u2019s\u00a0Mick Hucknall.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s my favourite out of the Neil songs I\u2019ve covered. It\u2019s about the ambiguities in personal relationships. The conflict of you liking them better than they like you \u2013 or it\u2019s the other way round and you want to cut your heart out. What\u2019s that first line? (Sings) \u2018Now that you found yourself losing your mind\/Are you here again?\u2019 You fall for somebody and it\u2019s suddenly beyond your control, no safety net, your life isn\u2019t your own any more. The ambiguity of romance was pretty new back then \u2013 the pill, people getting divorced \u2013 a new road map emotionally and culturally which Neil was exploring. On the road chicks were throwing themselves at the guys all the time. Such upheaval! With someone for a few hours, then you get on a plane, you arrive somewhere else \u2013 like a hammer shattered your reality. The passionate ambiguity, the howling need, it\u2019s there in I Believe In You\u2026 that\u2019s hard to capture in words. And maybe the title, the refrain, is a vote of confidence in a strong connection that might turn into a lifetime friendship. When I recorded it, it gave me the chance to really stretch out and bellow. It\u2019s very operatic, a tenor might sing it. Neil has a very interesting voice in that context, really compelling, almost counter-tenor. Aaron Neville is the only American singer I\u2019d compare him to, that beautiful, pure sound, a horn, an angel.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Mellow My Mind (2016 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/5seufs8NnGA?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>29.<\/strong> <strong>I Believe In You<\/strong> (After The Gold Rush, 1970)<\/p>\n<p><strong>All emotion, no imagery, in one of Young\u2019s most direct love \u2013 or not-love songs. As selected by\u00a0Linda Ronstadt.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s my favourite out of the Neil songs I\u2019ve covered. It\u2019s about the ambiguities in personal relationships. The conflict of you liking them better than they like you \u2013 or it\u2019s the other way round and you want to cut your heart out. What\u2019s that first line? (Sings) \u2018Now that you found yourself losing your mind\/Are you here again?\u2019 You fall for somebody and it\u2019s suddenly beyond your control, no safety net, your life isn\u2019t your own any more. The ambiguity of romance was pretty new back then \u2013 the pill, people getting divorced \u2013 a new road map emotionally and culturally which Neil was exploring. On the road chicks were throwing themselves at the guys all the time. Such upheaval! With someone for a few hours, then you get on a plane, you arrive somewhere else \u2013 like a hammer shattered your reality. The passionate ambiguity, the howling need, it\u2019s there in I Believe In You\u2026 that\u2019s hard to capture in words. And maybe the title, the refrain, is a vote of confidence in a strong connection that might turn into a lifetime friendship. When I recorded it, it gave me the chance to really stretch out and bellow. It\u2019s very operatic, a tenor might sing it. Neil has a very interesting voice in that context, really compelling, almost counter-tenor. Aaron Neville is the only American singer I\u2019d compare him to, that beautiful, pure sound, a horn, an angel.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"I Believe in You\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/nhMHPQH4a8g?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>28.<\/strong> <strong>For The Turnstiles<\/strong> (On The Beach, 1974)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Banjos, enigma and, perhaps, a prophecy? As selected by\u00a0Fionn Regan.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNeil Young is a sapphire in a deep well, a strange bird in a storm, a lantern in a black night. Picking just one song is a challenge, but For The Turnstiles weighs in both melodically and lyrically. When the first note kicks off it feels like a door has just swung open for you to stumble into a dingy tavern, sea salt hanging in the air, a foot thumping on a pallet, a banjo hammering. Like all great Neil Young lyrics, these are as emotionally direct as they are enigmatic. Listening now, when Neil sings, \u2018All the great explorers\/Are now in granite laid\/Under sheets for the great unveiling\/At the big parade,\u2019 it could be a premonition of the musical climate which has since emerged.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"For the Turnstiles (2016 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/z34HMyOmljQ?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>27.<\/strong> <strong>Cowgirl In The Sand<\/strong> (4 Way Street, 1971)<\/p>\n<p><strong>\u2026Nowhere\u2019s electric megajam becomes a slice of CSN&amp;Y-serving acoustic serendipity. As selected by\u00a0Smoke Fairies\u2019\u00a0Katherine Blamire.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen we were growing up Jessica [Davies]\u2019s mum had a great collection of mostly \u201970s vinyls and we used to listen to them constantly. One of those records was the Crosby, Stills, Nash &amp; Young live album 4 Way Street and that\u2019s the first time we heard Cowgirl. When Neil Young takes the stage, the album really kicks off to another level, and the performance of this song is transporting, it makes you wish you were there. It\u2019s lyrically pretty ambiguous \u2013 \u2018Old enough now to change your name\/When so many love you is it the same?\u2019 It\u2019s just the trace of a story you\u2019re not allowed to entirely understand. Growing up in West Sussex, Cowgirl In The Sand inspired us to buy cowboy hats and wear them into town, where we used to go to shop and busk. We got massively heckled. I guess sometimes it\u2019s best not to take the lyrics of a Neil Young song too literally.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Cowgirl in the Sand (2009 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/SNl13t9ZtmA?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>26.<\/strong> <strong>Sugar Mountain<\/strong> (single, 1968)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Childhood idyll remembered with regret. As selected by Ray Lamontagne.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cEvery time I hear this song, everything gets painted in these autumn colours, and it takes me back to when I was seven. This guy named Red Randall had a ranch in Tennessee, and I lived in a bunk-house with my mom and my four sisters. My uncle lived in a Dodge Power Wagon nearby. My father was a musician in various bar bands, and at that time he was coming and going, mostly going, but I remember boxes of his old records around, and my uncle was always playing them. The beautiful melancholy of that melody, that other-worldly voice Neil had, really got to me, even then. Now, of course, listening to it, I can hear that it\u2019s a song about losing innocence, that realisation that you have to leave the known and enter into the unknown. It\u2019s a deep tune. And Neil was only 19 when he wrote it\u2026 Crazy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"DILLINGER \/ COKANE IN MY BRAIN \/ 1976 \/ 12&quot;\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/dREafkocDkU?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>25.<\/strong> <strong>Pocahontas<\/strong> (Rust Never Sleeps, 1979)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Native America, and what we built on it. As selected by\u00a0Kelley Stoltz.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNeil is the gateway drug to anyone learning the guitar. Most songs of his are D to G and minor chords, simple progressions but they\u2019re profound, beautiful songs. I love the acoustic songs on Rust Never Sleeps. I used to want Thrasher to be played at my funeral, but perhaps it\u2019s a bit morose (laughs). Pocahontas\u2019s opening line is so cool: \u2018Aurora borealis, the icy sky at night\/Paddles cut the water in a long and hurried flight,\u2019 because you can really see those Indian dudes in their canoes. Neil often talks about how things were before every stone was turned, and how the more na\u00efve, innocent way of life was disrupted. Pocahontos was written around the time of the oil crisis, and the emergence of global awareness of what man was doing. It\u2019s one of the few of Neil\u2019s songs I\u2019ve done live, on piano, with a G Harmonica. That\u2019s another thing; when you add harmonica, you can sound like Neil pretty quick. It\u2019s the same way punk rock works; play a few chords up the neck, and you have\u00a0the Ramones.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Pocahontas (2016 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/p13gx9wnNBc?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>24.<\/strong> <strong>Harvest Moon<\/strong> (Harvest Moon, 1992)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Neil reconvenes the Harvest team, 20 years on, makes sweet love to the missus. As selected by\u00a0Stephanie Dosen.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>Neil reconvenes the Harvest team, 20 years on, makes sweet love to the missus. As selected by\u00a0Stephanie Dosen.<br \/>\u00a0\u201cIt instantly evokes the moment. You\u2019re in the back field, it\u2019s getting dark, and immediately you\u2019re dancing. It has that slow, molasses feel, you can feel the warmth of a summer night. Even after all these years, whenever I play Harvest Moon, it\u2019s like the moment I\u2019m playing it in becomes more important. That skippy guitar thing is so simple but totally alien. You\u2019ve never heard anything like that on the radio with all that pop music trying so hard to impress; it\u2019s so sweet and sad and slow and reflective. The lyrics are beautiful, too: (sings) \u2018Because I\u2019m still in love with you\/I want to see you dance again.\u2019 When the harvest moon appears, it means it\u2019s time to pull in the crops, and that\u2019s what Neil\u2019s doing on that whole record. It\u2019s like things have gone full circle from the Harvest album, when he sowed these seeds, and now it\u2019s time to take stock of what he\u2019s got before the freeze sets in.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"DESMOND DEKKER - 007 (SHANTY TOWN).wmv\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Jy5MD8ZjvOo?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>23.<\/strong> <strong>Philadelphia<\/strong> (Philadelphia OST, 1993)<\/p>\n<p><strong>A psalm to love and lost. As selected by MOJO writer Bill DeMain.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>Call it a stealth power ballad. Philadelphia delivers its profound emotional\u00a0wallop without any histrionics or obvious button-pushing pop devices. Shuffling a delicate haiku-like melody through alternating vocal and instrumental verses, it draws you into its still centre, where Young\u2019s trembling voice pleads softly for love and acceptance. The accompaniment is sparse \u2013 piano and muted strings. The lyric is both vague and vast. Folded inside couplets such as \u201cSometimes I think that I know what love is all about\/And when I see the light I know I\u2019ll be all right\u201d are invitations for us to add our own images and memories.<\/p>\n<p>This open-ended quality made the song a perfect foil for the final scene in Jonathan Demme\u2019s movie, Philadelphia, as family and friends gather to eulogise Tom Hanks\u2019 character, who has died from AIDS. When Young heard that there wasn\u2019t a dry eye in the house as the credits rolled at the film\u2019s premiere, his sly comment was, \u201cIt must\u2019ve been quite an emotional release. Probably the only thing I could\u2019ve done to surpass that is Wayne\u2019s World 2.\u201d Demme was more straightforward: \u201cIt was the perfect way to send people home.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=&#8221;pull-quote&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; header_2_text_align=&#8221;center&#8221; header_2_text_color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; header_2_font_size=&#8221;46px&#8221; header_2_line_height=&#8221;1.2em&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<h2 class=\"p1\">&#8216;[Originally] I wanted the movie to start with a giant Neil Young guitar anthem to relax all the homophobic guys in the audience.&#8217;<\/h2>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=&#8221;pullquote-name&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; header_2_text_align=&#8221;center&#8221; header_2_font_size=&#8221;46px&#8221; header_2_line_height=&#8221;1.2em&#8221; header_3_text_align=&#8221;center&#8221; header_3_text_color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; header_3_font_size=&#8221;38px&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<h3 class=\"p1\">Director Jonathan Demme<\/h3>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>Originally, the director had requested a very different kind of tune. \u201cI wanted the movie to start with a giant Neil Young guitar anthem to relax all the homophobic guys in the audience, who would go, \u2018OK, Neil Young is on board, I\u2019m open now.\u2019 We cut the opening sequence to Southern Man. I was hoping to have Neil maybe compose the Southern Man of homophobia. So this tape arrived and my wife and I listened to it and it was this very unanthemic, exquisitely written song, and we were sitting there crying, and I thought, \u2018We\u2019re going to end this movie on this note.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Never one to recycle himself, Young had followed his muse towards a ghostly hymn. \u201cI knew it wasn\u2019t going to come easy,\u201d he confessed. \u201cTo tell you the truth, the song\u2019s actually quite a bit over my head in terms of playing. It\u2019s hard to play, and it\u2019s got to be played loose.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Harmonically, it draws its Satie-meets-Bacharach richness from Major 6ths and 7ths, those split personality chords that straddle the line between happy and sad. Young stirs the emotional waters further by shifting the key of his instrumental verses up a step, which subtly insinuates that the \u201cbrotherly love\u201d he sings of will forever remain out of reach. Difficult as it may have been for Young to play, he performed a stunning solo piano version at the 1994 Academy Awards, where it was up for Best Song. In an ironic twist, he lost the trophy to Bruce Springsteen\u2019s Streets Of Philadelphia, the beatbox-driven anthem that opened the movie.<\/p>\n<p>In the years since, Young has collaborated with Demme on two concert films, including 2006\u2019s luminous Heart Of Gold, but has rarely reprised Philadelphia, content to leave it as both a hidden jewel in his catalogue (royalties going to the Gay Men\u2019s Health Crisis Center), and maybe the most moving one-off film song ever.<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Philadelphia - Neil Young\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/IHpQFF_Et4s?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>22.<\/strong> <strong>On The Beach<\/strong> (On The Beach, 1974)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Fame sucks. I\u2019m stoned. Fuck you anyway. As selected by\u00a0The Cardigans\u2019\u00a0Nina Persson.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen I first heard this around 1997, I already loved\u00a0Harvest, but I didn\u2019t like the Crazy Horse stuff. This was something else: a third aspect of Neil that was bluesy and dark and insanely slow. Lots of songs deal with that \u2018it\u2019s lonely at the top\u2019 thing, but most of them piss you off because someone successful is complaining. This one doesn\u2019t. It\u2019s bigger and more clever than that. I identified with it because I\u2019ve always been mixed up about fame. In The Cardigans I wanted to be a team player, but I felt lonely, always having to do press by myself because that was what the press wanted. The whole lyric is so strong and so true, but the first time I heard Neil sing: \u2018I went to the radio interview\/But I ended up alone at the microphone,\u2019 I just wept. He\u2019s great at making you think without using complicated language. When you\u2019re making a pop album you\u2019re told every second is precious, but\u00a0On The Beach\u00a0just goes its own way at its own speed.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"On the Beach (2016 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/C9CkvAQkQLs?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>21.<\/strong> <strong>Tired Eyes <\/strong>(Tonight\u2019s The Night, 1975)<\/p>\n<p><strong>The true tale of a Topanga Canyon drug deal gone bad. As selected by\u00a0The Hold Steady\u2019s\u00a0Craig Finn.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s the idealism being fried out of someone, like rock\u2019n\u2019roll had reached this tipping point and gotten into violence and crime, something really scary. It\u2019s really dark and really sad. And adult: it\u2019s someone who\u2019s lived and been hurt and is trying to deal with something that\u2019s beyond him \u2013 the deaths of close friends to drugs. A really sad and confusing thing for anyone to go through. How amazing that he tried to get through it by playing music.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"MAN FROM MI5 - THE UPSETTERS\" width=\"1080\" height=\"608\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/cE8z5OReGbA?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>20.<\/strong> <strong>A Man Needs A Maid<\/strong> (Live At Massey Hall 1971, 2007)<\/p>\n<p><strong>\u2019Cos man cannot live on honey slides alone. As selected by\u00a0Danny &amp; The Champions Of The World\u2019s\u00a0Danny Wilson.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u201cI remember very clearly the feeling I had when listening to\u00a0Harvest\u00a0the day after my exams were finished \u2013 one of the very few times I\u2019ve felt completely free. But A Man Needs A Maid is so lonely and isolated and dark, something I would probably shy away from in my own work. I love the words \u2013 \u2018the beggar goes from door to door\u2019 \u2013 and though I\u2019ve heard people discussing whether it\u2019s a sexist song, I don\u2019t see that. I see someone who\u2019s lonely, someone who wants to shut themselves away entirely. We did our own cover in a night, me and Romeo [Stodart] from Magic Numbers and a guy called Rich Causon on keys. I\u2019m very proud of it. It has some of the same loneliness but not the menace that\u2019s in the Neil version on\u00a0Harvest. Ultimately, though, I think the Massey Hall version is the version. That\u2019s out there. Stripped of the orchestra the words are simply impossible to ignore.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"The Bug - Angry (Feat Tippa Irie)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"608\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/mE7hbZ4aS0E?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>19.<\/strong> <strong>Hey Hey, My My (Into The Black) <\/strong>(Rust Never Sleeps, 1979)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Neil takes up punk\u2019s gauntlet: \u201cIs this the story of Johnny Rotten?\u201d As selected by\u00a0Sonic Youth\u2019s Thurston Moore.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat song made my heart stop in a really big way. I first heard it walking down Canal St in NYC in 1979, coming out of a little radio speaker on the street, and the real molten, overamped guitar stopped me in my tracks. When I found that it was the new Neil Young record, I couldn\u2019t believe it. I\u2019d boxed a lot of pre-\u201976 music away. It was eradicated. But hearing Neil play Hey Hey My My for the first time reawakened for me the wonders of pre-punk music. That song inspired me to radicalise the guitar within songwriting. I saw him recently. He was playing Le Noise before it came out, sort of testing it. I went with a friend of mine named Bill Nace, an experimental guitarist who uses metal files and wooden sticks to create guitar music. I introduced him to Neil, said \u2018This is Bill, he plays file guitar.\u2019 And Neil\u2019s like, \u2018What\u2019s that, file guitar?\u2019 We explained, and Neil\u2019s eyes just got real big, and then his people had to pull him away. I\u2019ve been trying to figure out how to get a recording session with Neil where we just use files and sticks on our guitars, and just do experimental guitar stuff. That\u2019s a dream of mine. He\u2019s a busy man (laughs) but I have put word out.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"My My, Hey Hey (Out of the Blue) (2016 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/i6RZY4Ar3fw?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>18.<\/strong> <strong>Old Man<\/strong> (Harvest, 1972)<\/p>\n<p><strong>The rock aristocracy\u2019s favourite Neil Young song! As selected by\u00a0David Crosby*.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u201cSongs have to make you feel something in order to be good art and when I listen to that song, I think Neil still \u2013 when he sings it \u2013 feels the emotions that he felt about this old guy that was livin\u2019 on his ranch and the similarity of their lives, the connection between \u2018em. I liked it that he could see into the guy\u2019s life and that he could see into his own life and he could see the similarities. He could put himself in his place. Neil\u2019s a very good observer of other human beings. He\u2019s not one for admitting that his age is passed or that he\u2019s as old as he is. He wants to be out there on the front edge of creativity. He doesn\u2019t like singing old songs or songs that show that a lot of time has passed for him. But I think Old Man is beautiful. Really beautiful and really insightful. One of the ones I loved singing with him the most.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>*Speaking to MOJO in 2011.<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Neil Young - Old Man (Official Audio)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"608\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/ZKCiC-H2Xbg?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>17.<\/strong> <strong>Expecting To Fly<\/strong> (Buffalo Springfield Again, 1967)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Or \u201cWhy I\u2019m Leaving Buffalo Springfield,\u201d wrapped in symphonic glory. As chosen by Dungen\u2019s Reine Fiske.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s a song that hits you straight away, because of the incredible Jack Nitzsche string arrangement that opens it up with this sun-drenched sound. It\u2019s the ultimate bittersweet song, a song about him leaving the band, or a song for anyone who needs help letting go. The end of the song is beautifully cinematic. You can almost see someone, or yourself, going up into the sky. And, that\u2019s the end of this amazing film. As a guitar player it\u2019s pretty hard not to be struck by the guitar playing. You sense the actual condition he was in when he recorded things. The guitar can sound grumpy, or desperate. He is a very delicate player, but sometimes he just belts, and his sense of melody and timing is always amazing.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Expecting to Fly (2017 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/djQhaCtCsxw?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>16.<\/strong> <strong>Tell Me Why<\/strong> (After The Gold Rush, 1970)<\/p>\n<p><strong>\u201cIs it hard to make arrangements with yourself?\u201d We\u2019ve all been there. As chosen by Neil\u2019s six string sideman\u00a0Nils Lofgren.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cTo me, Tell Me Why is a metaphor for transition, between where you are and where you\u2019re going. The tune\u2019s wonderful, and Neil has this kind of stark, whimsical matter-of-fact voice. This was my first real session work, 18 and scared, so there\u2019s a lot of uncertainty here, but hope too. Neil asked if I\u2019d play acoustic guitar. He said, \u2018We\u2019ll sit across from each other, I might even have you sing live harmonies,\u2019 so I did. But I didn\u2019t have an acoustic guitar, so he handed me this beat-up D18 Martin, the one on the album sleeve. [Producer] David Briggs said Neil had been writing a lot on it, so it had a lot of mojo. I did a little finger-picking inside the licks, all pretty quickly, and we started tracking. The next day, Danny [Whitten], Ralphie [Molina] and Neil and I sang additional harmonies and that was it. There are no guarantees in life but I\u2019m glad it went well. And Neil gave me his D18 Martin at the end of the session, which blew me away. I still use it today.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Tell Me Why\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/sSWxU-mirqg?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>15.<\/strong> <strong>Southern Man<\/strong> (After The Gold Rush, 1970)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Corrosive anti-Jim Crow blast. As selected by\u00a0Villagers\u2019 Conor O\u2019Brien.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSouthern Man is the knife right in the middle of\u00a0After The Gold Rush\u00a0that cuts you really deeply. There\u2019s something amazing about the production, the drum sound, the way his voice is, the way he uses the backing vocals \u2013 it\u2019s like an army of men, and he\u2019s in the middle, screaming. What makes Neil great is, he doesn\u2019t seem to cross anything out. He just pukes onto a page, and that\u2019s the song. And even if some of it is childish or sloppy, it\u2019s all the more endearing for that. It\u2019s not too studied or academic, it\u2019s just getting right to the core. And Jesus Christ, the energy\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Burning Spear - Marcus Garvey - 01 - Marcus Garvey\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/oGN3R49-CAE?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>14.<\/strong> <strong>Cortez The Killer<\/strong> (Zuma, 1975)<\/p>\n<p><strong>The Aztecs meet angel dust. As selected by MOJO writer\u00a0Keith Cameron.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>Stoned to its mainframe, Cortez The Killer is the \u201970s hippy experience in toto: the rapture and the rot, the love and the loneliness. Neil Young in spring 1975 was stepping off a treadmill of trauma that began in 1972 with the death of Danny Whitten, then dived through the \u2018Ditch\u2019 album trilogy and a bitter CSN&amp;Y reunion, culminating in the collapse of his relationship with Carrie Snodgress, mother of his son Zeke. He had much to reflect upon, and Cortez became its parent album\u2019s totem, because for all its historical derivation, it feels deeply personal.<\/p>\n<p>We hear of a man who \u201ccame dancing across the water, with his galleons and guns\/Looking for a new world, and that palace in the sun\u201d, and obviously this is far more about Neil Young, the questing Canadian troubadour-turned-millionaire, than a 16th century Spanish conquistador and his Aztec counterpart (\u201cwith his coca leaves and pearls\u201d). The Malibu home of producer David Briggs was a scene of depravity \u2013 drugs and girls were ever-present, dudes of varying depths of shadiness would wander by (one day Bob Dylan parked his car outside and just sat, listening) \u2013 with Young its epicentre, wielding power without responsibility (\u201cAnd his subjects gathered \u2019round him\u2026\u201d).<\/p>\n<p>At seven and a half minutes, Cortez is a hallmark Young\/Crazy Horse epic, configured around tension and release, and, of course, Young\u2019s solos. The playing is ghostly and tentative, because this is the newly configured Horse, with the void left by Danny Whitten finally filled by Frank \u2018Poncho\u2019 Sampedro, a proper hippy who carried a gun, did drugs for breakfast, and now found himself shadowing Neil Young, at that point entering a period of such luminosity on the electric guitar it would define him for ever more.<br \/>On Cortez, the ensemble\u2019s sensitive performance is remarkable, because the participants were off their collective nut. According to his accounts in Jimmy McDonough\u2019s Shakey, the bonkers Sampedro, whose drug du jour was heroin, had \u201cconned\u201d bassist Billy Talbot into smoking angel dust with him as they recorded Cortez. So that\u2019s how they sound so relaxed. \u201cI thought the second chord was the first chord,\u201d said Sampedro, who was nodding out as they played. \u201cIt\u2019s only three chords.\u201d The finished cut was pieced together by Briggs, a considerable feat given that the power to the console failed during the take, and by the time it came back a whole verse had been lost. When told, Young stated: \u201cI never liked that verse anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>This, along with the lyric\u2019s dubious historical accuracy \u2013 Young later claimed they were written as high school homework \u2013 and the fact of its vocal not arriving until 3\u201922\u201d, confirms that Cortez is all about the journey\u2026 and what gets left behind. When Young switches from third- to first-person (\u201cI still can\u2019t remember when, or how I lost my way\u201d), the penny finally drops. The Horse are bombed, Neil is flying; the rest of us follow, seduced. It\u2019s brilliant, but barely there.<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Cortez the Killer (2016 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/uX9k9aoX6gk?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>13.<\/strong> <strong>Ohio<\/strong> (Crosby, Stills, Nash &amp; Young single, 1970, compiled on Decade, 1977)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Neil\u2019s requiem for Kent State. As selected by\u00a0Pretenders\u00a0leader, and survivor,\u00a0Chrissie Hynde.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t claim to cast light on why it happened. But I was there. I was 19, studying art. Jeff Miller, who was shot dead, was in my circle of friends. Obviously, we were in shock. Then Neil Young comes out with that song and there\u2019s understanding and an acknowledgement. Kent State University is 10 miles from my hometown, Akron. It was straight left-wing. Vietnam had polarised the nation. Then [Thursday, April 30, 1970] Nixon announced the invasion of Cambodia. The next night everyone gathered in town. We drank beer and dropped acid and wheeled these garbage cans into the street and set them on fire. An impromptu demonstration.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOn the Saturday we all went up to the campus and we burnt down this ROTC [Reserve Officer Training Corps] building. The National Guard had arrived and they threw tear gas at us. So we ran away. I was in the stampede and somebody near me yelled, \u2018Walk!\u2019 I did and, ever since, I\u2019ve thought it\u2019s a metaphor in life; when there\u2019s trouble someone has to yell, \u2018Walk!\u2019<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=&#8221;pull-quote&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; header_2_text_align=&#8221;center&#8221; header_2_text_color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; header_2_font_size=&#8221;46px&#8221; header_2_line_height=&#8221;1.2em&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<h2 class=\"p1\">&#8216;I heard shots and people screaming&#8230;&#8217;<\/h2>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=&#8221;pullquote-name&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; header_2_text_align=&#8221;center&#8221; header_2_font_size=&#8221;46px&#8221; header_2_line_height=&#8221;1.2em&#8221; header_3_text_align=&#8221;center&#8221; header_3_text_color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; header_3_font_size=&#8221;38px&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<h3 class=\"p1\">Chrissie Hyde<\/h3>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSunday was quiet. Monday was half-term and I was taking my portfolio to the art building \u2013 walking with Jeff\u2019s girlfriend, in fact. You had to go through the Commons where the ROTC building had been. Another protest was going on and the National Guard had surrounded it \u2013 the four inches of charcoal that remained. Kids with rifles, some of them in the shooting position. Kids like us except their parents couldn\u2019t afford to send them to university. A lot of students threw rocks at them.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThen it got confusing. I heard shots, maybe 12 [official count: 67] and people screaming \u2018They\u2019ve killed them!\u2019 I sat down right where I was and refused to move. I didn\u2019t see anything more until some soldiers carried me away. By then, they had killed four students and wounded nine. The campus was closed down and there were crowds of us on the highway hitching, trying to get home.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI knew Jeff was a big fan of CSN&amp;Y, so the song meant a lot. It rocks, it\u2019s melodic and it means something. It had a great hook: \u2018Four dead in Ohio\u2026\u2019 That stands on its own. Expressed what we couldn\u2019t express. Even now. We needed someone like Neil to give us a voice. Songs like this can instruct you, give you ideas\u2026 just make you feel you\u2019re not alone, that more than anything. Ohio was a comfort for everyone caught up in the Kent State shootings.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMusic was my life. People like\u00a0The Beatles,\u00a0Hendrix, they gave you license to explore something else, more mystical maybe, that higher consciousness. Adults didn\u2019t know what they were talking about because they weren\u2019t on acid. But it worked for me, I never turned back. You were on a mission, you didn\u2019t want to think it all meant nothing. Hippy ideology wasn\u2019t just a fashion to me; I fucking believed it and I still do.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019d been falling in love with Neil Young from the genius solo albums and Helpless. Later I met him and I did say, \u201cThanks for writing Ohio.\u201d He\u2019s a really gracious, humorous person. And obviously one of the gods.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Ohio\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Hi829EsJvVo?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>12.<\/strong> <strong>Powderfinger<\/strong> (Rust Never Sleeps, 1979)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Ringing riff, sky-scraping solo, the Horse\u2019s most fetching \u201cooh\u201ds. What\u2019s not to like? As selected by\u00a0Band Of Horses\u2019 Ben Bridwell.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPowderfinger isn\u2019t just one of my favourite Neil songs, it\u2019s one of the best songs ever recorded. How did someone else not pick this before me? The story being told often catches me off guard like I\u2019ve never heard it before, even though I\u2019ve heard it countless times. The lyrics seem so personal and at the same time distant. Just when you think you know what the plot is, you can hear the words differently and re-imagine the story line. Like, \u201cRed means run, son, numbers add up to nothing.\u201d It\u2019s funny to sing along with conviction and realise you have no idea what the meaning is. Hillbilly soap opera? Civil War drama? I don\u2019t need to know.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Powderfinger (2016 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/tdPs5YXQTSw?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>11.<\/strong> <strong>Tonight\u2019s The Night<\/strong> (Tonight\u2019s The Night, 1975)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Tears in your tequila, and spook in your heart as Neil seizes the day. As selected by\u00a0Joe Henry.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI knew who he was, of course: my older brother owned a copy of\u00a0D\u00e9j\u00e0 Vu. But the hippies-as-desperados stance failed to work on me, thus I never allowed myself to be seduced by Neil Young until he\u2019d slipped the yoke of shimmering, smooth harmonies and left real blood on the tracks.\u00a0Tonight\u2019s The Night\u00a0changed my mind, Neil crooning like a prison escapee calling on the glow of the moon for assistance while trying not to wake his cellmate: \u201cTonight\u2019s the night\u2026 Tonight\u2019s the ni-hi-hi-hi-ight\u2026\u201c The night for what? To break free or die, that\u2019s what. Neil is confronting what it means to live and create, to hold a small flickering flame in the fierce headwind of death\u2019s inevitability.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNeil was only 28 when he wrote and recorded this, his voice speaking with the craggy defiance of a man already grown old; but when he mourns his friend with the shaky voice \u2013 the spark in his eyes and his life in his hands \u2013 who does it sound like he\u2019s describing? Whom is he really mourning? Well, you don\u2019t need me to tell you. But therein lay his true liberation: because in embracing his own mortality, Neil Young is free of it. It\u2019s a gift and a generous one, to shine a light back for the rest of us from up along such a dark and spooky road.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Tonight&#039;s the Night (2016 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/RTGjVvQPVWg?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>10.<\/strong> <strong>Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere<\/strong> (Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere, 1969)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Here comes the bummer. And yet, jauntily. As selected by\u00a0Roy Harper.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI first heard this track in a flat in Chelsea when one of\u00a0The Who\u2019s road crew brought in a copy of the album. He was raving about it and as soon as he put it on I thought, This is a great record. I knew that Buffalo Springfield were a good band but I didn\u2019t really take Neil Young too seriously up until that point, but after hearing this I saw him as an individual. It didn\u2019t matter whether he joined Crosby, Stills And Nash \u2013 which he did, of course \u2013 because this music marked him out as a genuine solo artist. The song itself is plaintive. It cries out in the way that Neil Young does, like a voice in the wilderness. It\u2019s full of an emotion that was prevalent among all of us at the time: it\u2019s a leaving song and we all wanted to leave behind the mess that faced us. We all wanted to clamber onto those wooden ships and escape, knowing that the state was coming and its power was getting bigger. It\u2019s personal on one level, but more than that: it suggested that the things we were enjoying weren\u2019t going to last. When I hear it now, it takes me back to that flat in Chelsea. It\u2019s a dim and distant memory of a time when the world could be righted.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere (2009 Remaster)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/bsZjKQEN1tY?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>9.<\/strong> <strong>The Needle And The Damage Done<\/strong> (Harvest, 1972)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Gorgeously picked elegy to Danny Whitten\u2019s dissipating talent, and more. As selected by\u00a0Gang Of Four\u2019s\u00a0Jon King.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s the quintessential Neil Young. He\u2019s the guy in the plaid shirt drinking in some anonymous bar, telling the story of a friend, maybe secretly himself, in that very honest and unironic way. There\u2019s been so much cleverness, postmodernism in lyric writing, as if we\u2019re all in an elaborate gag about culture. Neil Young is the antidote to that. Here he\u2019s talking about the cost of hard drugs, the way it destroys your talent and worse, but in a way where you could be overhearing a conversation on the subway. He\u2019s got that fragile sort of\u00a0Smokey Robinson\u00a0voice, like he\u2019s still trying to grapple with the situation. You sense he\u2019s very on the edge. And then it\u2019s funny the way the song doesn\u2019t really resolve itself. \u2018But every junkie\u2019s like a setting sun\u2026\u2019 And? It\u2019s like he\u2019s run out of things to say, because there are no more things to say. When people I know have died from overdoses \u2013 I think of [sometime Gang Of Four bassist] Buster Jones and Malcolm [Owen] of The Ruts \u2013 you get angry with them. It seems so aimless. It\u2019s trite to say it\u2019s a waste but it is a waste, and there is no full stop to the sentence.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Neil Young - The Needle and the Damage Done (Official Audio)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"608\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/aYY87VEQtRM?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>8.<\/strong> <strong>Mr. Soul<\/strong> (Buffalo Springfield Again, 1967)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Satisfaction fed through Neil\u2019s mincer: \u201cYou\u2019re strange, but don\u2019t change.\u201d As selected by\u00a0Rush\u2019s\u00a0Geddy Lee.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen we were growing up in Toronto, we were all big Buffalo Springfield fans, and Neil Young was one of our first heroes. 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I think there\u2019s a little bit out of pitch.\u2019 But Neil said, \u2018Hey man, that\u2019s my style!\u2019 And that was that. That really summed up Neil Young for me. The guy\u2019s got big balls.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Mr. Soul\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/jyc0JSd5q7U?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>7.<\/strong> <strong>Down By The River<\/strong> (Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere, 1969)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Creeping, loping, groping: Neil and Crazy Horse find their groove. As selected by Crazy Horseman\u00a0Billy Talbot.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t know how Down By The River evolved in Neil\u2019s mind, but as far as the band is concerned, we went up to his house and he started playin\u2019 and we started playin\u2019 this song. A couple days later we came back and played it some more and that was that \u2013 we had it. The Rockets \u2013 the band Crazy Horse came from \u2013 were a jamming band in our own rehearsal room. We would play these two- or three-chord jams for an hour with Bobby Notkoff playing violin and George or Leon Whitsell or Danny Whitten taking solos. That\u2019s what we did. Then we went in with Neil, and we naturally elongated his songs just the same way. But I really don\u2019t think of these songs as individual things. I think of the total work of the man and what it represents. Some of these songs affected me at times differently. In the overall, I think it\u2019s all of his work together that really is something to contemplate. It\u2019s a big picture of one man\u2019s view of his life on the planet: colossal, for one man to have accomplished in our time. Not somebody from history, but somebody who no doubt will be noted and be a part of history. That\u2019s why it\u2019s hard for me to think of him in terms of one song. They\u2019re all good!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Neil Young - Down by the River\" width=\"1080\" height=\"608\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/0tb_o6CkvHY?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>6.<\/strong> <strong>Helpless<\/strong> (D\u00e9j\u00e0 Vu, 1971)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Nature\u2019s wonders knock him flat with awe. Yes, it\u2019s \u201chelpless\u201d in a good way. As selected by\u00a0k.d. lang.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat song, it\u2019s connective tissue to my Canadian musical DNA. \u2018There is a town in North Ontario\u2026\u2019 [Young grew up in tiny Omemee, lang in tinier Consort, Alberta]. To me, Helpless is about looking back at your beginnings: \u2018I still need a place to go\/All my changes were there.\u2019 He\u2019d got into an emotional block, it seems, and that place, the physical beauty, set him free somehow. I can relate to that. \u2018Blue windows behind the stars\u2019: I\u2019ve had my moments out on the prairie contemplating the universe. \u2018The chains are locked\/And ties across the door\u2019 gives me the image of a summer cabin being locked up for winter. But it\u2019s an emotional winter he\u2019s talking about. And the chorus, \u2018Helpless, helpless, helpless\u2019, that\u2019s pure, innocent awe of physical and spiritual beauty \u2014 not vulnerability, but the polar opposite: openness. Singing Neil\u2019s music helps me discover who I am, my primordial natural self. He is the standard of truth and\u2026 rawness. I never asked Neil what he meant by Helpless. But when he had the aneurysm and I stood in for him at the 2005 Junos [Canadian music awards], I sang it and he called and left a sweet message on my voicemail\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Helpless\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Um9ciR4yajU?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>5.<\/strong> <strong>Like A Hurricane<\/strong> (Weld, 1991)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Force 12 assault on American Stars \u2019N Bars\u2019 epic. Young\u2019s axe apotheosis. As selected by\u00a0Richard Hawley.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u201cI\u2019d like to know more about him as a guitar player because that album, Weld, the guitar-playing on that is just immense. Forget the individual songs, his guitar playing has influenced me far more than his songwriting. When he plays guitar he doesn\u2019t seem to have any formal time-limit. He goes beyond the form of the song and all of a sudden these wings appear out of his back and he just flies. It\u2019s beautiful to watch. It seems to be a great release for him. I hear angels in it; all of a sudden a human being can fly, human flight is possible. There\u2019s only him and Hendrix who you listen to and just go, \u2018Fuckin\u2019 \u2018ell!\u2019 My dad in the \u201960s worked with Little Walter and he said that Walter would pick up any harmonica and any microphone and any amp and it didn\u2019t matter. What got that sound was him. And I wonder how much of Neil Young\u2019s sound as a guitarist is down to the equipment or down to him. He\u2019s a force of nature.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Neil Young - Like A Hurricane (Live, Weld, 1991)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"608\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/RETza7YHTzk?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>4.<\/strong> <strong>Only Love Can Break Your Heart<\/strong> (After The Gold Rush, 1970)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Joni Mitchell dumps Graham Nash. Neil rubs salt in the wound. As selected by Galaxie 500\u2019s\u00a0Dean Wareham.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s one of his most beautiful and simplest ballads, easily in his top five! I first heard it in Michael Almereyda\u2019s film Another Girl, Another Planet. It\u2019s a dreamlike meditation on a string of romances that don\u2019t work out, and that dreamy feeling is enhanced by the fact he made it in blurry monochrome Pixelvision. It\u2019s like nothing is real and everyone is lost and to me Only Love Can Break Your Heart carries that message. It was a perfect moment of film and song working together. It\u2019s what they call a \u2018connecting lyric\u2019 in that most human beings can relate to it. It describes the saddest truths about the human condition: that you fall in love with someone and end up being destroyed, or destroying someone. There aren\u2019t many lyrics that can sum that up. The other thing I love is that it\u2019s in three-four time, which balances the depressing message and makes the lyric feel uplifting. There\u2019s just something about that time signature: because it\u2019s missing one beat, it pulls you through to the next part of the song.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Only Love Can Break Your Heart\" width=\"1080\" height=\"810\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/364qY0Oz-xs?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>3.<\/strong> <strong>Heart Of Gold<\/strong> (Harvest, 1972)<\/p>\n<p><strong>The monster hit in the canon. Raw as sushi, catchy as a lullaby. As selected by\u00a0Sheryl Crow.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u201cI first heard the song in high school, when all the girls would embroider Neil Young\u2019s or Bob Dylan\u2019s names in their jeans. The first thing that struck me was the haunting, lonesome quality of Neil\u2019s voice, and how it cuts right to your own emotions, especially when he\u2019s singing his softer stuff. Lyrically, Neil has this cinematic simplicity that perfectly suits his vocal, and Heart Of Gold is super-poignant and articulate without wordiness or forced intellect \u2013 like, who else could get so much out of \u201cAnd I\u2019m getting old\u2026\u201d? Lyric and voice just flow as one musical emotion \u2013 he is like a tour de force of emotion. And that\u2019s whether he\u2019s being vulnerable and soft as on Heart Of Gold or Old Man, or sonic and menacingly intense like on Down By The River or Southern Man. Nobody has sounded remotely like him before or ever since.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Neil Young - Heart of Gold (Official Audio)\" width=\"1080\" height=\"608\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/c7eB7Wns1-M?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>2.<\/strong> <strong>Cinnamon Girl<\/strong> (Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere, 1969)<\/p>\n<p><strong>What you hear when someone says \u201cthe Crazy Horse sound\u201d. As selected by\u00a0Metallica\u2019s\u00a0Kirk Hammett.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u201cI can\u2019t really remember the first time I heard Cinnamon Girl, but I imagine I was in my teens, riding in the back of a friend\u2019s truck drinking Mickey\u2019s Big Mouths. The second you hear it you\u2019re drawn into the heavy rhythmic push and lean of the riff\u2026 kinda like hard rock but much more swampy and greasy. When the verse comes, Neil\u2019s vocal with Danny Whitten has a lovely soft\/heavy dynamic and when they go back into the main riff at 1:32 you can hear Neil turn his distortion pedal on \u2013 two seconds late! \u2013 to make the riff sound heavier. I love stuff like that.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s cool about Neil is that he never hesitates to try whatever it takes to get his point across musically. Whether it\u2019s just him on acoustic guitar, him solo on the piano, or with Crazy Horse, it seems that he will find the best way to play the song, whether it\u2019s grungy or doo-wop\u2026 He always finds the best way to serve his music.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Neil Young   Cinnamon Girl with Lyrics in Description\" width=\"1080\" height=\"608\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/kxOcVd-joGA?feature=oembed\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=&#8221;#111111&#8243; module_class=&#8221;custom-divider&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; custom_padding=&#8221;||0px||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p><strong>1.<\/strong> <strong>After The Gold Rush <\/strong>(After The Gold Rush, 1970)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Alchemy, prophecy and ecology in one magical, timeless vision. As selected by MOJO writer\u00a0Jim Irvin.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.20.4&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p>Neil Young\u2019s enigmatic masterpiece is set in the past, present and future \u2013 the past: a medieval battlefield; the present: a basement where the narrator lies comatose; the future: a farewell gathering as refugees from a ruined Earth \u2013 The Chosen Ones \u2013 disappear into outer space. It is, according to Young himself, \u201can environmental song\u201d declaring Mother Nature to be \u201con the run in the 1970s\u201d and lyrically it\u2019s unlike anything else he\u2019s written. It is simultaneously broadbrushed and detailed, chilling and comforting, baffling and evocative, immediate and elusive.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s a work which raises many questions. For instance, Why that title, which isn\u2019t referred to in the lyric? Does it concern Earth as an abandoned planet, its resources spent, like an exhausted mining town? Does it perhaps refer to the comedown from a particularly vivid trip? Or does it take a sly dig at Young\u2019s recent sojourn as a suffix to Crosby, Stills And Nash for the disappointing, but lucrative,\u00a0D\u00e9j\u00e0 Vu\u00a0album? Subconsciously, maybe; all those interpretations hold water. But the title originally belonged to a movie script written by actor Dean Stockwell. Young was so impressed by it he offered to direct and write the score, yet, even after the runaway success of Easy Rider, the hot young actor and his singing sidekick couldn\u2019t convince any Hollywood squares to bankroll their peculiar vision and this song \u2013 which Stockwell thought perfectly captured the jump-cutting surrealism of his script \u2013 and one other, Cripple Creek Ferry, are all that remain of the project.<\/p>\n<p>Young created it in a cramped studio he built at his Topanga Canyon home. Having tried recording the standard, company-approved way, he was keen to start cutting records using his own, more ad hoc methods. Eight of the album\u2019s songs were recorded in this tiny space \u2013 with barely enough room for Young, his producer and one other musician, and no facilities for reverb or fancy effects. So it sounds small, dry and vulnerable.<\/p>\n<p>Young plays the song on an upright piano in the key of D major, which, in the early months of 1970, when he was still only 24, put him in the register of a washed-up choirboy. After a 10-second intro, over the chords of D and G, the wavering voice enters with a slightly tentative delivery: \u201cWell I dreamed I saw the knights in armour coming\u2026\u201d It\u2019s all hopeful, major chords, D, G and A, until the words \u201cfanfare blowing\u201d, over a B minor introduce a shiver of unease.<\/p>\n<p>In verse two the narrator comes to in a burnt-out basement and lies there for some hours, from full moon to sun-up. He can hear music in his head (the B minor again) and he fancies getting high. When\u00a0Dolly Parton covered the song with Emmylou Harris and Linda Ronstadt for their\u00a0Trio II\u00a0album, she called Young up to explain the song. He confided that each verse depended on what drug he\u2019d taken at the time. Parton changed \u201cand I felt like getting high\u201d to \u201cand I felt like I could cry.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The only other colour on Young\u2019s recording is a mournful horn solo after the second verse by Bill Peterson. It\u2019s generally assumed that this uncredited performance is played on a French horn, but Peterson recalls it as the more trumpet-like flugelhorn.<\/p>\n<p>For verse three we move into science fiction territory, the \u201cchosen ones\u201d are being readied to colonise space. Unlike the previous verses, where the final lines are repeated in full, \u201cflying Mother Nature\u2019s silver seed to a new home in the sun\u201d is cut short the second time, the word \u201chome\u201d is held on an unresolving note while the piano fades. We are what\u2019s left of mankind, watching our representatives, our own children maybe, sailing towards an unknown future. The hope and despair in that final \u201chome\u201d is almost unbearable.<\/p>\n<p>Randy Newman has praised the song\u2019s eloquent confusion: \u201cI can\u2019t stand that sort of \u2018meadow rock\u2019 thing \u2013 Neil\u2019s doing it, and writing about a big issue in a simplistic way, but I still like it. I love it. There\u2019s some kind of alchemy going on.\u201d Strangely, contemporary reviews were rather snooty. Rolling Stone gave\u00a0After The Gold Rush, the album, a resounding raspberry.<\/p>\n<p>But it was huge seller. In 1975, the title song\u2019s majesty was recognised more widely when a Dutch group, Prelude, had a major chart hit in the UK with a brief, haunting a cappella version. 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