Thursday, April 30, 2009

The Forgotten Child

Just back from the 'daily one o'clock' in Woodstock.

"Methinks she doth protest tooooo much."

That's Shakespeare.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

The 30-second Neil Young Concert Review



It was awesome, man! It was darn AWESUM!

OR - whatever that guy in the Free Press said.

On a more comprehensive level, here are some personal notes from the London,Ont. Neil Young concert of this past week.

... Well, I had to go into work that night for the midnight shift so I told Neal (that's him in the photo above sitting on the bumper of my Edsel,) when he came over for ping-pong shortly after getting into town, "Hey, I gotta work tonight, man - so can you try not to drag those guitar duels out toooooooo long for a change?"

"Sure, man," he replies. "How ya doin'?

"Hey, when's Steve and Mike getting here?" Me, Neal, Michael Todd from Speed City Records and Steve Plunkett go way back to when we all first met at a George Barris car show. And I've been listening to his music ever since. Of course, for the first month I thought he was Neil Diamond. As a result, I do a damn fine rendition of 'Cracklin' Rosie.'

Anyways, we do a bit of sparring and that repost/repast repartee stuff with the ping-pong ball waiting for Steve and Michael to show up. Sure enough, when Plunkett shows, it's in a 1948 Cadillac - so I says to him - "But Steve, baby - you already have a '48 Caddy!" And he says, "Yeah, but this one used to be owned by Hank Williams Junior. I thought the Neiler would like to take it for a spin."

Well, turns out Neal had to show up for something called a 'sound-check' about then so they went for a cruize to the Beer Arena downtown and while they were gone, Michael got here - and of course, he's got his banjo with him and one thing led to another and by the time the other two got back, the hamburgers I was barbequing were almost burned.

Well, tough shit I thought. Neal's always bragging about how he gets free Domino's Pizza before every show cause of some stipulation in his contract anyway so I knew the cat wasn't going to be dying of malnutrition before the night was over. Got to watch out for the brutha. Know what I sayin'?

So they get back half an hour later and bring back Neal's wife Margaret with them - and she proceeds to beat the shit out of all of us in ping-pong. Even Plunkett. And he's pretty good. Used to be on the ping-pong team when he went to college in Korea.

Everyone turned down the burgers so we filled up on potato-salad (it's pretty hard to screw that one up - although I've seen it done - I don't know why anyone would put pickles and eggs in a potato salad - it's supposed to be just potatoes and mayo, that's it,) and walked down to the show.

Neal had his usual 'pre-concert jitters' so he walks fast so he can get there early enough before the show so he can sit on the toilet for a while to supposedly 'compose my thoughts' and get his head together before he has to go on. But I think the guy just ate too much potato salad.

As for the show itself, it was pretty darn good. Even though Neal didn't play 'Cracklin' Rosie' - EVEN THOUGH I request it every damn time he invites us to see him play. Well, next time I'll know enough not to burn the damn hamburgers. Boy, talk about touchy.

Personal highlights? When Neal invited Mike Todd up to do the banjo-plunkin' on that song about the old man. 'I Am, I Said?' Something like that. ... and when I jumped up on-stage when the rest of the band was doing one of their impromptu 'jams' and I pulled out my harmonica.

But I'll say this for the man - he's the hardest working man in rock-and-roll. Played for two-and-a-half hours straight.

Of course part of that was because he added an extra five minutes to every song by showing off how much he loved his guitar and dragging every closing power-chord out to the point that I was almost late for work when he finally finished at 11:30. I was starting to think his encore of that Hendrix song would never end. The crowd seemed to like it tho.

Plunkett and Michael told me the next day that they all went over to the Brunswick after the show for brewski's and pickled eggs. Me? I had to go to work. Well, at least they were stimulating the economy.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Catch-phrase of the Week

Overheard outside Council chambers following Monday's City Council debate over the proposed deer-kill for Devolopers Bog -

"Yeah, well fuck City Hall - and the monkeys they flew in on!"

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Neil Young - This is Why We Love this Guy



Neil Young is coming to town next week. I've been waiting for this concert since I was 17 and quite frankly never thought it would happen. Yer in London, man. Everybody knows This is Nowhere. La-la-la. La la la-la. Everybody, Everybody knows.

For those who like to sit, the best of the reserved seating is obscenely priced. But for those who like to rock, on this tour, Neil insists that the floor section be General Admission, standing and affordable. He's doing that for us kids. He's one of the people, you know.

That's just one reason we love this guy. Here are a few others.

He's got one of those cute 'pug' noses that the ladies are so crazy about. Just like mine. In fact, almost every male at a Neil Young concert looks like me. Same thing at a Lou Reed show for that matter. Only on those nights they wear black instead of plaid.

He knows our priorities and feels sorry for any kid "That'll never go to school, never get to fall in love, never get to be cool."

When he tried to find a suitable toy for his son born with cerebral palsy, Neil remembered his own childhood and tried to buy him an electric train set. Demand for such things has decreased over the past few decades (what with video games and those hand-held mini-pinball machines,) and Lionel Trains was about to go out of business. Neil bought the company.

There is a town in North Ontario where Neil spent his childhood. In Omemee, local legend has it that young Neil accidently burned down a small patch of bush. Probably smoking. You know kids.

When he was a young boy, he and his mama packed their bags and moved out to Winnipeg. Learned how to play guitar, started a band and met the likes of Randy Bachman and Joni Mitchell. Moved to Toronto, worked briefly as a folkie and book-shelf stocker. Got fired from Coles Books after two weeks.

He's been to Hollywood. He's been to Redwood. Prefers Redwood and has lived on a ranch near that central-California town for the past few decades.

Saw Carrie Snodgrass in a movie on late-night television. "She was playing a part that I could understand." So he went out and married her. The movie? 'Diary of a Mad Housewife.'

Chicks dig him for his sensitive lyrics and melodic song-stylings. Guys just like the fact that he knows how to rock.

In a 1975 interview, Lou Reed mentioned that he was listening to Neil's new LP, 'Zuma.' "His lyrics can be so West Coast-dumb," said Lou. "But on this record, his guitar-playing has moments of greatness that bring tears to my eyes."

Sample lyrics from 'Barstool Blues' from that same record - "And I saw you in my nightmares/But I'll see you in my dreams/And I may live a thousand years/Before I know what that means."

Well, *I* know what that means. I also know *exactly* what he means with "Think I'll pack it in and buy a pick-up/Take it down to L.A." which kicks off 'Out on the Weekend,' the opening track on 'Harvest,' the mega-selling 1972 album that made Neil a superstar.

Was sued by his own record company for following up 'Harvest' with 'Time Fades Away,' a concert album of previously-unrecorded songs - which the record label described as "deliberately uncommercial."

'After the Goldrush,' is the ideal Sunday morning hangover music when you are young and in the mood to feel sorry for yourself. Even though "only love can break your heart," it don't matter if you've never been in love or have even had a girlfriend.

'Down By the River,' from his first record with electric cowboys Crazy Horse, is the perfect musical accompaniment for a nice easy-volleying game of ping-pong.

'Lotta Love,' from the 1980s 'Comes a Time' LP, was covered by Canada's easy-listening vocal group, The Laurie Bower Singers. Also becomes a huge hit for Nicolette Larson.

Apparently, he ain't agin' getting fucked-up on occassion. See The Band's concert film, 'The Last Waltz.'

After Lynyrd Skynard slagged him in 'Sweet Home Alabama,' with "I hope Neil Young will remember/A Southern Man don't need him around anyhow," Neil becomes friends with the band and often joined them onstage just for that song.

Was one of the few of his musical generation who didn't immediately dismiss Punk. Instead he wrote a tribute to Johnny Rotten and noted that "Rock and Roll will never die."

Was a musical, fashion and suicide-note inspiration for the '90s Grunge movement. Feedback, flannel shirts and shotguns.

His response to corporate sponsorship of concerts in the later part of the last millenium - "Ain't singin' for Pepsi, ain't singin' for Coke/Ain't singin' for nobody makes me look like a joke - This note's for you."

Even though he's a pioneer of country-rock and at least one-third of his life's work could be labeled 'C&W,' he'll never be played on Country Music Television or played on New Country Radio. Just like Johnny Cash.

In the video to 'Fork in the Road,' from the just-released album of the same name, Neil (also a film-maker,) sets the camera up in a fixed position in his backyard and dressed in a T-shirt and Barney Fife white-straw hat, stands in front of the camera and sings with a big red apple in his hand.

And he does that for FIVE MINUTES! Even does some air-guitar. In the persona of a middle-aged truck driver, he lectures, "There's a bail-out comin'/ But it's not for YOU."

Ever current and ever out of step with fashion, the video is inspired dorkness. As a promotional video for his new CD, it's also about as "deliberately uncommercial" as you can get.

And for that reason alone, that's why we love Neil Young.

"Keep on a-bloggin'/'Twist & Shout' on the radio ..."

"I'm a big rock star/My sales have tanked/But I still got YOU/Thanks."