Neil Young & Crazy Horse - Barclays Center - 12/3/12
Then he sat down at the piano bench. After plucking away at the keys for the unreleased "Singer Without a Song," a woman holding a guitar case wandered on stage and physically acted out the lyrics: "She's a singer without a song she's livin'/Driftin' on her melody of gold/Looking for the words behind her feelin'/She's ready for a woman to unfold." As Young sang, she gazed longingly out into the crowd, tossing her hair back and around, seemingly unsure of what direction to go. Even though it was a bit over-the-top and, well, strange, the moment somehow resonated after she disappeared, despite its silliness.
But isn't that exactly what Neil Young is? He's corny, but charming; overt, but shameless; reckless, but endearing. He's one of the few artists in the world who can genuinely say he doesn't give a damn about what you think of him, and you genuinely believe him. And that attitude is nothing but admirable. Last night, he wore an unbuttoned red flannel and bootcut jeans. He sweated a lot. His wispy hair flowed lovingly. He played songs for 20 minutes at a time. He sang a cappella. He asked the audience if it was "all good in the hood" and said that the Barclays Center was "far out." He was just Neil Young, man. To top it all off, after his encore, he ended the evening in Brooklyn the most appropriate way he possibly could: "Thank you, Jay-Z ... Crazy Horse!"
Critical Bias: "The Needle and the Damage Done" might have been a lullaby of mine growing up.
Overheard: "Neil!!!" like 6,000 times.
Random Notebook Dump: Trying to figure out what the trash means.
Love and Only Love
Born in Ontario
Walk Like a Giant
The Needle and the Damage Done
Singer Without a Song (new song--not sure of the name)
Hey Hey, My My (Into the Black)
Roll Another Number