Posted on 08/26/2014 5:25:46 PM PDT by dennisw
Rolling Stone reports that the 68-year-old filed papers in their hometown of San Mateo, California on July 29, with a hearing set to take place on December 12.
Not only were the pair married and the parents of two grown children - son Ben and daughter Amber - but they were also frequent musical collaborators, the 61-year-old the inspiration behind a number of her husband's love songs over the years.
The Grammy-winning singer met the then-waitress near his California ranch, documenting their meeting in the 1992 song Unknown Legend.
Once An Angel and Such A Woman were also written about their enduring love story.
Serving as her husband's backing singer in the 1990s, Pegi went on to perform with Neil many times over the years since, including at the 1994 Academy Awards.
Pegi too has released three solo albums since 2007, her husband even occasionally accompanying her on the guitar.
Neil has just come off his Crazy Horse tour in Europe and is gearing up to play in the US in October as part of his solo acoustic set, while his estranged wife recently wrapped her own small US club tour.
They were scheduled to play together at the Farm Aid benefit in North Carolina on September 13, however, Pegi was recently removed from the line-up.
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Maybe Neil found a young cowgirl in the sand. Somehow I think he fell in love with some younger gal ....figuring I have X number of years left so try something else
That’s a long haul...Mine was 20 when I ended it. What did it for ya?
“So you’re one of his three fans..”
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Make that four. :)
It one my favorites.
Meh, he’s been dead to me for decades. Now he’ll die alone. Sorry for that.
I am at 28 years. I just turned to my wife and asked what the hell would be the reason to throw in the towel after that long, and at 68?
Maybe he can now get, “Out on the weekend”
I lasted 27 years.
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I was his 5 millionth fan 40 years ago. I imagine Neil Young’s fan base it up to at least 50 million by now, with at least 5 of whom belonging to Free Republic
Who knows what the reality is, but this likely won't end well for him. No one knows him like she does, and no one ever will - even if he thinks ‘she doesn't undertand him’. The sad truth is that the world is full of acquaintances, and few people who actually truly know or care about you. Life is that way, and we are all struggling in some manner or another.
Having said that, my parents were married for over 50 years when my father died, and my mother couldn't be there emotionally for him. It's a long story that doesn't matter at this point, but suffice it to say that I also understand how a long marriage can also be an ongoing empathy shell. Sadly.
Forty years for Mrs. JohnnyP and I this October 19.
Having a little spat today, but it’s 87° in here (no air). We’ll be good to go in a few.
Harvest Moon was a good one:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2MtEsrcTTs
If I ever decide to slit my wrists it’ll be with a Neil Young album on.
Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ol’ Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don’t need him around anyhow
Another thing: Although Pegi was a waitress when they met, she actually came from a well-to-do family.
If I ever decide to slit my wrists it’ll be with a Neil Young album on.
Blind Melon might be a better, more modern choice.
/s
Neil is a lot like Bob Dylan — people either hate him or love him. Personally, I frequently watch videos on Youtube of “Helpless”, “Hey, Hey, My, My” and “Down by he River”. Neil expresses sadness and loss with great skill — kind of like how Dylan is the master of bitterness.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J2z7LXpAX3Q
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQ123T3zD2k
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0NjZrPX-l0
Lighten up, Neil.
Aurora borealis
The icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight
From the white man to the fields of green
And the homeland we’ve never seen.
They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin’ on the ground
But the fire sticks and the wagons come
And the night falls on the setting sun.
They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet
And my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box at the top of the stairs
With my Indian rug and a pipe to share.
I wish a was a trapper
I would give thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she felt
In the mornin’ on the fields of green
In the homeland we’ve never seen.
And maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We’ll sit and talk of Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
And the Astrodome and the first tepee
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Pocahontas.
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