If Neil had been smart enough to have had a music career without drugs and alcohol in the first place, that would have been much more praiseworthy. Especially given his mediocre talent.
Seems to me that a company that allows you to download music, instead of manufacturing, shipping, storing (and eventually destroying) physical music mediums (vinyl, tape or CD) is SAVING the planet, not destroying it. But I’m not rich and stupid like Neil Young.
I checked his greatest hits as a solo on YouTube and don’t recognize any of them. I know I’ve heard some of the CSNY songs but don’t recall the titles.
NeilYoung: a decent songwriter, a good hobbyist guitarist, a warbling screech artist of a singer. Net impact on music, about the same as Barry Manilow, or Gene Pitney, maybe a bit less.
Anti-Rogan Neil Young’s past quote:
At the height of the AIDS frenzy, during an interview with Melodie Baker in 1985, Young made this offensive comment, “You go to a supermarket and you see a f—-t behind the f—in’ cash register, you don’t want him to handle your potatoes.”
Neil parcels out his insanity in drips and drab so as to keep the spotlight on him. I think dementia and drugs has caved in his mind and the only thing he sees is the spotlight of fame shining on him. He keeps crawling to it like some broken butterfly or a moth that got high on the mothball poison in his fedora. But the spotlight is unforgiving, we see his bleak cowering insanity and maybe feel pity or contempt. The reason is clear why he is there — not to present a rational argument — but to enjoy the last twinkling of notoriety as he fades into the night. It’s better to burn out that to fade away? This burn out finally fading away.
Neil Young was the only concert that I was thrown out of. During the first song, someone passed me a joint. I took a hit off of it and got a tap on my shoulder. It was security. They were taking me to the Mansfield Police (Great Woods) but I talked them into just throwing me out. I was drunk as a skunk wandering around the parking lot looking for my buddy’s pick up truck. I found it somehow and my buddies came out about an hour later. Not my finest hour for sure.