At the touch of our fingertips we can take a journey through the past.

https://neilyoungarchives.com/

This old beast of a website is creeping along, an ancient treasure chest of buried memories. Layers upon layers of dusty dreams deferred.

And this quirky project, the Neil Young Archives, cost “well over a million dollars” out of pocket, his late manager, Elliot Roberts, estimated.

Most importantly—as Young is fond of saying—it “sounds like God.”

It’s what we have all been waiting for. Our job is done.

I guess he didn’t really mean it when he said: “Doesn’t mean that much to me to mean that much to you.”

When will I see you again?

2017 was a rough year for this planet. We could expand on this ad nauseam.

Instead, here’s an excerpt from a Christmas story by Scott Young about his son, Neil Young, found in the book: “Home for Christmas, and other stories”  on the blog, “The Dusty Bookcase” by Brian Busby.

Almost everyone has his own favorite Christmas story. I believe that I am particularly lucky in that my favorite concerns one of my sons. He is 19 now, a little taller than I am and a lot thinner. But this story happened six yard ago when he was 13 and delivered a Globe and Mail route on Brookdale Avenue in North Toronto.
I used to hear him almost every morning at six when he wakened. Usually the two hours after he left were my soundest sleep of the night.
On the rare occasions when he overslept, this built-in alarm mechanism in my mind brought me awake about the time he should have been moving. When I could not hear him I would tiptoe to his room and say, “Neil”.
“Yes,” he’d say instantly, sitting upright in bed, wide awake.
“I guess you overslept.”
“Guess I did.”
But on this Christmas morning of 1958 he was up on time and, like all other Globe and Mail boys up that morning, rose when the world was black and cold.
He made the blind trip to the bathroom and sleepily began to pull on his clothes.
Downstairs, he stood for a moment and looked at the stacked and laden Christmas tree, did the slow march past it, stopped to shake a parcel or two and stood like a robin to listen, and then went on.
A glass of milk and a brief forage in the refrigerator, and then on with his ear-covering cap and his scarf and parka and overshoes and mitts, on that ice-cold bicycle seat and down the driveway to pedal into the morning alone.

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Enjoy life with those who can feel your love.

Check out the beautifully done video of “Powderfinger” off Neil Young’s latest release “Hitchhiker.”

Haunting, watercolor scenes, tells the story we have heard for so long.

Neil writes, cryptically: “You fortune tellers, take my hand, see what’s there. Its sifting sands –
The Visitor…”

Enjoy the latest musical release by Neil Young and the Nelson brothers from Promise of the Real, along with your Independence Day festivities.

According to Rolling Stone,”Children of Destiny”  is directed by  Shakey Pictures, combines footage of recent large-scale protests alongside patriotic imagery like children waving American flags and Fourth of July cookouts.

“Preserve the land and save the seas for the children of destiny / The children of you and me,” Young sings on the track. “Stand up for what you believe / Resist the powers that be / Preserve the ways of democracy so the children can be free.”

Read more: http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/neil-young-celebrates-fourth-of-july-with-patriotic-new-video-w490617

A 56-piece orchestra; in total, 62 musicians played on the track.

Let your freak flag fly, baby….

In memory of Rainer B. (The Baron) on the anniversary of his journey to the celestial Human Highway.

Sept 30, 1964 to April 2, 2014

German physicist, administrator of Human Highway and Bad News Beat, dreamer, music aficionado, devoted Bayern futbol fan, quirky nerd with brilliant sense of humor, fierce friend and the perfect stranger, like a cross of himself and a fox.

“Every wave is new until it breaks”

Pegi Young sings of the heartbreak she endured when Neil Young cheated on her and their decades-long marriage and left her for Daryl Hannah, in her new album: “RAW.”

You can listen to a National Public Radio interview with Ms. Young at:

http://www.npr.org/2017/02/19/516064686/pegi-youngs-new-album-is-emotionally-raw

She sings: “Why’d you have to ruin ,my life, why’d you have to be so mean, why’d you have to tell me some lies, why not be straight with me.” She calls the album her “seven stages of grief.”

Here is the first song posted from the album set to be released this month:

If you haven’t checked out Neil Young’s video “My Pledge,” do it now.

Rolling Stone writes:  “The clip opens on a pile of old letters and notices that are cleared to make room for a piece of lined paper that begins to fill with Young’s words, which he both speaks and sings with thick Auto-Tune throughout ‘My Pledge.’

The initial letter is folded into a paper boat and sent across a sea of stamps, after which Young’s vivid lyrics and the images and people they evoke – including Jimi Hendrix, John F. Kennedy and Florence Nightingale – appear on an array of postcards.”

It’s a beauty, very haunting.

The song is include on the album: “Peace Trail.”

And what a long strange trip this will be.

This once-in-a-lifetime concert will take place in Indio, California on October 7, 8 and 9 when six of the world’s most iconic and influential rock and roll artists come together.

We’ve got Neil Young, Bob Dylan, The Who, The Rolling Stones, Paul McCartney, and Rogers Waters sharing a stage for three days. Alone, maybe together?

Tickets range from $199 for a single day to $1,600 for three-day pit passes or reserved floor or grandstand seats.

Check out: Deserttrip.com

Tickets go on sale Monday, May 9 at 10 a.m. Pacific Time.