{"id":2487,"date":"2010-01-05T11:13:54","date_gmt":"2010-01-05T16:13:54","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2010-02-16T10:48:36","modified_gmt":"2010-02-16T10:48:36","slug":"my-life-in-the-ghost-of-neil","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/my-life-in-the-ghost-of-neil\/","title":{"rendered":"My Life in the Ghost of Neil"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><iframe class='youtube-player youtuber' type='text\/html' width='425' height='355' src='http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/gzReSBaben8?rel=0&amp;fs=1&amp;ap=%252526fmt%253D18' webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen frameborder='0'><\/iframe><br \/>\n\u201cThey\u2019ve got it now, Robbie,\u201d says <strong>Neil Young<\/strong> to The Band\u2019s <strong>Robbie Robertson<\/strong> in <em>The Last Waltz<\/em>. Young has just been introduced and run through a few chords and notes on his harmonica. Young cracks himself up at his mock-confident assurance before launching into a performance of \u201cHelpless\u201d that would forever help me begin to come to terms with both the wheat and the chaff among this free-wheeling artist\u2019s highs, lows, suspect collaborators, and unintended associations. The fact that Young could do this while retaining such a singular voice was eye opening. The \u201csingular voice\u201d thing wasn\u2019t hard for me to grasp. I\u2019d gravitated toward the opinionated, iconoclastic sort for as long as I could remember, but embracing and making the most of the likes of <strong>Crosby<\/strong> and <strong>Stills<\/strong>? No thank you! Sure, I\u2019d been thinking this stuff to death. As a 9-year-old boy hearing \u201cHeart of Gold\u201d on AM radio, this Neil Young guy sounded pretty damn cool and deep. A few years later, however, between wondering what he saw in those smug, hippie CSN assholes and suffering the Neil-lite of <strong>America<\/strong>\u2019s \u201cA Horse With No Name\u201d my life with Neil Young was on life support. Even in 8th grade, with Neil\u2019s \u201cCinnamon Girl\u201d among the ranks of hundreds of girls, real and imagined, I was bursting to simply talk to if not touch, this guy had some unsettling baggage. It wasn\u2019t until 10th grade, when I saw him in <em>The Last Waltz<\/em>, that I finally found a way to get inside Neil Young and his music. It would be too late to help me fully navigate the high school social scene, but it was a start.<\/p>\n<p>The release of an 8-CD box set, <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.neilyoungarchives.com\/\" target=_blank>Archives, Vol. 1: 1963-1972<\/a><\/em>, set me on a journey through the past with Neil, an artist I\u2019ve bought a good 15 albums by, most of which I\u2019ve cranked up, fired up to, and shed a tear over. I dumped one a few months after buying it, <em>Ragged Glory<\/em>, which launched his \u201cGodfather of Grunge\u201d era and, for me, drove home the sorry site of a middle-aged rocker in ill-fitting jeans. Today I find myself square in my own rocker in ill-fitting jeans era. Although I\u2019ve never listed him, in mouth-breather fanboy fashion, on any list of my <em>All-Time Favorite Artists of, Like, Ever<\/em>, I\u2019m appreciating more than ever the role Neil Young played in my high school years and beyond.  It wouldn\u2019t surprise me if a lot of Young fanatics already own most of this set in bootleg\/blog download form. A few years ago, for instance, a friend handed me five CDs worth of <strong>Buffalo Springfield<\/strong> outtakes and early solo recordings of this variety, all swiped from the web. Young\u2019s finished recordings are so direct and unpolished that, if you like his stuff, it\u2019s hard to go wrong with this archived material documenting the development of his voice. That said, this collection is not to be mistaken for Vol. 1 of an expanded <em>Decades<\/em>, the classic 3-lp collection of Neil\u2019s work through the mid-\u201970s that is still the best place to start if you want to make one Neil Young purchase before departing on a year-long trip to the moon.<\/p>\n<p>Speaking of the high school social scene, around the same time I acquired this box set I finally gave into Facebook. As a friend promised, it\u2019s given me the chance to catch up with old classmates who\u2019d long left my life, including grade school classmates I lost touch with before our voices broke. Most of our interactions, following an initial string of messages that confirms we\u2019re actually alive and all grown up, are of the <em>Like<\/em> variety. I <em>Like<\/em> their link; they <em>Like<\/em> my status update. It\u2019s not too far removed from our hallway greetings and furtive classroom giggles. The more I surfed Facebook and spun Neil the more I thought about what a great a role model Neil could have been for me through my high school years. Unlike my more idealistic and confrontational rock \u2018n roll heroes, Neil got along with anyone who crossed his path all the while doing it his way. It\u2019s cool, you know?<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/><iframe class='youtube-player youtuber' type='text\/html' width='425' height='355' src='http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/DxyNAsEGh3U?rel=0&amp;fs=1&amp;ap=%252526fmt%253D18' webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen frameborder='0'><\/iframe><br \/>\nA range of characteristics apply to Neil Young and his music: romantic, rebel, traditionalist, trailblazer, burnout, iconoclast, oaf\u2026 They\u2019re all represented in this collection of early and breakthrough recordings, including demos, alternate takes, and live recordings. Two of the concerts were released separately just a few years ago, but it\u2019s cool, it\u2019s Neil Young. I doubt he can keep track of all the archived material he\u2019s generated. Isn\u2019t that the way it is with most of us? Isn\u2019t that why we have FB friends posting pictures of us in compromising and long-forgotten positions?<\/p>\n<p>A shot of me and my oldest friend, age 10, crouched with a stand-alone record player and the <em>American Graffiti<\/em> soundtrack album under a card table covered in cardboard decorated as a jukebox at some lower school fair has yet to surface, but that\u2019s where I first began to find my musical voice. Neil is captured finding his voice on the set\u2019s first CD, beginning with early \u201960s recordings with a bunch of young fresh fellows in a surf-rock vein. At first these cuts are a shock to the system, but after a few spins these attempts at a then-contemporary style rock \u2018n roll reveal themselves as one more traditional component, along with folk and country music, of Young\u2019s signature style as well as a belated rationale for some of his more head-scratching departures during his Geffen years (eg, <em>Everybody\u2019s Rockin\u2019<\/em>). Then Neil begins sounding like Neil, with early versions of \u201cSugar Mountain\u201d and Buffalo Springfield\u2019s \u201cNowaday\u2019s Clancy Can\u2019t Even Sing.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>A CD of recordings from his Topanga scene, circa 1968-1969, follows. Here Neil really starts sounding like Neil, with a laid-back take on \u201cEverybody Knows This Is Nowhere.\u201d It\u2019s a cool recording, but it lacks the rebellious bite of the hipster anthem that would be the title track of his second solo album. A studio take on \u201cThe Loner\u201d is a windfall for fans of the flat, reedy fuzz guitar fills that Young would first deliver to the public on \u201cMr. Soul.\u201d It\u2019s cool to hear Young\u2019s music in such a constricted, claustrophobic setting, but it\u2019s not really Neil. This set delivers a number of Neil\/Not Really Neil moments until it moves into the third CD, a live solo recording from Toronto\u2019s Riverboat in 1969. For the first time Neil has no choice but to be Neil. Contrasted with the 1971 live solo performance at Toronto\u2019s Massey Hall a few CDs later, the rhythms are not yet nailed down in this \u201869 set, but the songs and Neil\u2019s easygoing humor are in bloom. The Neil who can walk unadorned through any social scene begins to take shape. I wish I\u2019d been able to contemplate this moment in Neil development when I was trying to get my own act together. FB friends don\u2019t often post photos of FB friends first learning to be themselves. That rarely happens when the cameras come out at a late-night college party.<\/p>\n<p>The rest of this box set shows other aspects of Neil Young in development: recordings with his CSN buddies, a raw live show with Crazy Horse (like the Massey Hall disc, previously released as a single CD), early takes on the <em>Harvest<\/em> material. By this point, however, Neil is clearly Neil, and Neil is in charge. Because of that the later discs are more listenable but not as enlightening. It\u2019s cool, though, it\u2019s Neil. If only I\u2019d figured out how to be half as cool when it mattered, when memories of my rediscovered FB friends were first cemented. The psychic stew represented by Neil Young played right into the culture of my small high school. With all that Young\u2019s music and persona represented, there was a good chance that any two thirds of it might feel as if it was directed at any one of us. A Venn diagram of high school personality types intersecting with Neil\u2019s music would show great overlap in all areas: burnouts and preppies reflecting on the sensitive acoustic tunes, rockers and jocks throwing back \u201cponies\u201d of Rolling Rock, prog-rockers and punks digging through the rubble of <em>On the Beach<\/em>. How about Neil the hippie icon reaching out to Johnny Rotten, in both acoustic and crunching power rock fashion? They surely had gotten it by that point, Robbie.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cThey\u2019ve got it now, Robbie,\u201d says Neil Young to The Band\u2019s Robbie Robertson in The Last Waltz. Young has just been introduced and run through a few chords and notes on his harmonica. 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