“Anybody who’s got a tie on or is looking too corporate,” he says, “could you please take them off? It’s important that this look like a Neil Young crowd.” Who else has remained so relevant, so vital, so influential in so many musical genres? The last few years in particular – beginning with Freedom, in 1989, through the cataclysmic Ragged Glory (1990) and his subsequent tour with Crazy Horse, and continuing with his soaring, show-stealing performance at the Bob Dylan tribute last October and the release of Harvest Moon – have seen Young at an artistic peak, following his own muse as always and resolutely refusing to fall into the “oldies act” category that has beset virtually all of his contemporaries. Yet Young has managed to produce the most consistently compelling body of work of any musician of his generation. Most harrowing, he has two sons, by two different women, both of whom were born with cerebral palsy (he also has an eight-year-old daughter who does not have the condition). Young went through a controversial, contentious period artistically throughout the 1980s, ending up in a surreal court battle with Geffen Records, his label at the time, for making what the company called “unrepresentative” albums – for making albums that didn’t sound like Neil Young albums, whatever that could possibly mean. He has suffered through the deaths of several musicians close to him, from Danny Whitten (guitarist in Crazy Horse, Young’s frequent garage-rock collaborator) in 1972 to the passing in 1991 of Steve Lawrence, saxophonist in his bluesy big-band project the Bluenotes. It hasn’t been an easy ride these two decades for Young. Not just ‘I’m still alive at forty-five.’ You can be more alive.” “What this album is about is this feeling, this ability to survive and continue and grow and get higher than you were before,” says Young. It’s full of bittersweet tributes to lost friends, dead hounds and love grown old. Harvest Moon, on the other hand, is a chronicle of survival, focusing on loss and compromise and the ultimate triumphs of being a married father approaching fifty. “As the days fly past, will we lose our grasp?” he asked in his eerie, pinched voice on the title track on “Are You Ready for the Country?” he sang, “I ran into the hangman, and he said, ‘It’s time to die.’ ” Even “ Heart of Gold,” Young’s only Number One single, ended each verse with the tag “and I’m getting old.” Beneath the pedal steels and dulcet tones of Harvest, the twenty-six-year-old Young sounded wizened beyond his years as he first confronted aging and mortality. And – most significantly – both seem not to grow older as the years go by.Īt forty-seven, Young has turned the clock back a full twenty years with his new album, Harvest Moon.īut Harvest Moon is more complicated than a simple nostalgia trip or a remake. Both can change style and persona to get their work done. Both spend much of their time underground, occasionally surfacing with surprising, even shocking results. Though his hair and the massive mutton chops might seem to indicate more of an affinity for the Wolf Man, Neil Young and Count Dracula actually have a surprising amount in common. “I can’t get it out of my mind!” Young exclaims, shaking his shaggy head. Later that night, on his vintage 1970 tour bus parked outside a Chicago hotel, a discussion about growing up in Canada quickly leads back, somehow, to thoughts of Transylvania. “Man, they got some wind in Dracula that’s scary,” he says. Neil Young breaks into a wide grin over a bowl of postconcert fruit salad. Neil Young proves life in rock & roll can begin again at fortysomething. This story originally appeared in the Januissue of Rolling Stone.
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