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Hailing Neil (Saratoga, NY, August 24, 1996)
by Denise Vanderburgh
You could sorta call me a "closet" Rustie...
I attended the SPAC RustFest and show,
and at the fest, Rich (Old King) threatened me
if I didn't post my Neil experience, so...
Some background first:
My husband is definitely NOT a fan, in fact he
is barely tolerable of the music. The trip was
a birthday present to me (since he asked what
I wanted). Our plan was to spend the weekend
in Saratoga, since we had never been, and we
were due for a long weekend away from home.
We arrived in Saratoga on Saturday afternoon;
we checked in and headed for town to check
out the sites (racetrack and the SPAC). The
lady at the front desk at the hotel recommended
a restaurant to us, and while we were looking for
it, we made a wrong turn, but when we turned
the corner I saw the top of a bus peeping up
over some bushes/trees and I said to Fred
(hubby), "lets go over there to see if that is
Neil's bus." My husband, the driver, not
believing a minute of it (and not really caring)
turned away from the parking lot and proceeded
to head in the opposite direction.
So, we headed to the restaurant and ate our meal.
Afterwards, I suggested that we head on back to
the motel where we saw the bus because I saw a
sign advertising Big Band Music, and since we
like to jitterbug I thought I could persuade
him back. So then he wants to know how will I
know if it is Neil Young's bus, so I tell him
that the license tag says "ZUMA". Well, we head
back, and Fred is just doing this to humor me (I
can tell), because he has to be the first one to
go check out the license plate just so he can say
"ha!" But the surprise is on him because, sure enough,
it's ZUMA he sees!
At this point he starts to get excited
(I think). We go into the bar and suffer through
some absolutely horrible music...a cross between
Don Ho meets Van Morrison (honestly), but we do
manage to find some music to inspire us to dance,
and besides, nobody knows us so we can make fools
of ourselves in front of all these people we will
never meet again. Neil doesn't show up in the bar
(we didn't really think he would but...) and it
is probably a good thing considering the music
(how embarassing).
We head out after about an hour
(it is about 10pm) and we see some people standing
around the door to Neil's bus. But Neil isn't among
them, and being the shy person that I am, I did
not inquire further. So we get into our truck
and head out, but the parking lot is blocked off
by a van. So we have to turn around and head out
the other way. This takes us right next to
the bus...
This time I see a wheelchair, and at
about the same instant my husband says "there he
is with his back to us." We stop and I roll
down my window and shout "Hey Neil" (all along
thinking that this can't really be him), and
he turns around. The look on his face is very
unpleasant, almost angry, and this throws me a
little, but I can't really blame him. So I say the
first thing I can think of which is "See ya tomorrow
night" and I wave, he waves back and his face
softens a little, and off we go.
Naturally, I immediately think of a million things
I should have said or done, and my husband is saying
I should have said this...I should have done that...
I think that if we could have just met him, my husband
might really begin to like Neil and his music... But it's
too late to go back.
Anyways, it is something like this that you are never
prepared for (unless you are Shakey and trying to
find the opportunity wherever you are). I'm just
happy to have had my own personal Neil experience;
something I never dreamed of in a million years. It
was great.
Take care all,
dee
Oh yeah: we won $150 at the track, betting a 25-to-1
horse named Harmony.
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