WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Balance
byVanderleunonSeptember 20, 2017
In a 2013 radio interview, Graham Nash recalled visiting Neil Young in 1972:
The man is totally committed to the muse of music. And he’ll do anything for good music. And sometimes it’s very strange. I was at Neil’s ranch one day just south of San Francisco, and he has a beautiful lake with red-wing blackbirds. And he asked me if I wanted to hear his new album, Harvest. And I said sure, let’s go into the studio and listen.
Oh, no. That’s not what Neil had in mind. He said get into the rowboat.
I said get into the rowboat? He said, yeah, we’re going to go out into the middle of the lake. Now, I think he’s got a little cassette player with him or a little, you know, early digital format player. So I’m thinking I’m going to wear headphones and listen in the relative peace in the middle of Neil’s lake.
Oh, no. He has his entire house as the left speaker and his entire barn as the right speaker. And I heard Harvest coming out of these two incredibly large loud speakers louder than hell. It was unbelievable. Elliot Mazer, who produced Neil, produced Harvest, came down to the shore of the lake and he shouted out to Neil: How was that, Neil?
And I swear to God, Neil Young shouted back: More barn!
Asked in 2016 whether this story was true, Young said, “Yeah, I think it was a little house-heavy.”
More bum rush, you mean. I’ll never forgive Neil Young for what he did to me in Seattle one night. Bastard.
I was leaving work one night, on Capitol Hill, and this was the Nineties, so Grunge was in its heyday and NY was mining that vein. I looked across the street at one of the dive bars, which CH and Seattle are noted for, and there was a long line strung around the block to get in. I asked someone what was going on, and they said that Neil Young was giving a concert. It was for invited guests only.
Didn’t he realize that I spent hours upon hours staring at that album cover, listening to Harvest on the turntable with my Junior High buddies? This was my reward for patronage. Not so much as a “how’s yer mum!” Grrr.
SteveSSeptember 20, 2017, 9:53 PM
More cowbell is no longer a thing.
rabbit tobaccoSeptember 20, 2017, 10:54 PM
cowgirl in the sand/now how many doobies have i smoked to that one? Cortez the killer/ oh my saw him at the fox in atlanta/before the show he had crashing waves and seagulls’ sounds coming out of the speakers
DougSeptember 21, 2017, 4:40 AM
What he meant to say was: “more pig fart.”
NoriSeptember 21, 2017, 7:05 AM
Fun story, easy to picture.
Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere…Neil Young and Crazy Horse, 1968. “Down By The River”, “Cinnamon Girl”, “Cowgirl In The Sand”. Wore that LP out; still have it. Crazy Neil and the Horse He Rode In On. Produced some classics, no question. Thank you, Mr Young, for your considerable talent.
Now please, get into your catshit & hemp wind-powered Lincoln Clown car that must be towed every 5 miles and go back to that barn. Try to summon the Muse you had then. Stop lecturing us on globull warming,etc. Oh, and just for giggles, row DiCaprio out to the middle of that there lake and kick his vainglorius ass out of the boat,willya? That would truly be worthy of MORE BARN.
jwmSeptember 21, 2017, 9:41 AM
My very least favorite hippie. Only thing worse than Neil Young was the pretentious, insipid, smarmy, saccharine, sentimental, trite, annoying, shrill, squeaky voice combo CSN&Y. Gawd I hated that shit! still do
JWM
front toward enemySeptember 21, 2017, 11:59 AM
Southern man don’t want you………….
ed in texasSeptember 22, 2017, 6:40 AM
I’m guessing the cowbell is in the barn, so it all fits. As foretold by Christopher Walken. But not in the Prophecy. The Prophecy was a different movie.
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The quintessential art of Neil Young.
More Barn.
More bum rush, you mean. I’ll never forgive Neil Young for what he did to me in Seattle one night. Bastard.
I was leaving work one night, on Capitol Hill, and this was the Nineties, so Grunge was in its heyday and NY was mining that vein. I looked across the street at one of the dive bars, which CH and Seattle are noted for, and there was a long line strung around the block to get in. I asked someone what was going on, and they said that Neil Young was giving a concert. It was for invited guests only.
Didn’t he realize that I spent hours upon hours staring at that album cover, listening to Harvest on the turntable with my Junior High buddies? This was my reward for patronage. Not so much as a “how’s yer mum!” Grrr.
More cowbell is no longer a thing.
cowgirl in the sand/now how many doobies have i smoked to that one? Cortez the killer/ oh my saw him at the fox in atlanta/before the show he had crashing waves and seagulls’ sounds coming out of the speakers
What he meant to say was: “more pig fart.”
Fun story, easy to picture.
Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere…Neil Young and Crazy Horse, 1968. “Down By The River”, “Cinnamon Girl”, “Cowgirl In The Sand”. Wore that LP out; still have it. Crazy Neil and the Horse He Rode In On. Produced some classics, no question. Thank you, Mr Young, for your considerable talent.
Now please, get into your catshit & hemp wind-powered Lincoln Clown car that must be towed every 5 miles and go back to that barn. Try to summon the Muse you had then. Stop lecturing us on globull warming,etc. Oh, and just for giggles, row DiCaprio out to the middle of that there lake and kick his vainglorius ass out of the boat,willya? That would truly be worthy of MORE BARN.
My very least favorite hippie. Only thing worse than Neil Young was the pretentious, insipid, smarmy, saccharine, sentimental, trite, annoying, shrill, squeaky voice combo CSN&Y. Gawd I hated that shit! still do
JWM
Southern man don’t want you………….
I’m guessing the cowbell is in the barn, so it all fits. As foretold by Christopher Walken. But not in the Prophecy. The Prophecy was a different movie.