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Bill Heard a Perfect Echo Die Boehl's Poetic Review
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A Detroit News pre-show write-up.
I attended the Pine Knob RustFest and Neil Show and it was great. I took four of my young Rustie kids with me, plus one of their friends. Met some really nice people there. Got to sign the MORE BARN banner and play some tunes with Kato and Ed. Thanks guys.
The show was every bit what everyone has said it is. I thought about doing a play by play review but instead I wanted to do something to try to impart the mood and feel of the evening (especially the Words song). So here it is, a poem about the experience of this special night!
A Night with Neil Young by William A. Boehl Autumn breezes through Pine Knob, Slight sprinkles on the lawn It's hard to think its August, As folks are hunkering down Tegan, Sara pound the strings, And pour forth their delight Acknowledging a fan with their Tee, We know it's a SPECIAL night Pretenders take the stage, And belting out the tunes They've got the people dancing, We're in SUCH a mood. Chrissie says she's "a fan too!", Bows low to the stage Plants a kiss where he'll stand, Something special for our "Sage" The clouds roll over above, The stage grows dark and dim The crowd filling with anticipation, In hopes of glancing HIM. The lights come up, then Neil's on, Old Black is in his hands It's Motorcycle Mama he's playing, And everyone's a fan He swoons us with his music, And takes us where he will We're very willing receptors, Of this incredible musical thrill As the songs move ever onward, A trance begins to set It's Words he's playing now, You ain't heard nothing yet! It plays on forever, Like angels bearing news Heavens are opening gracefully, This music to the pews We're all devoted followers, The piper leads his flock Time IS STANDING STILL, There definitely IS NO clock! It's been fourteen minutes and counting, I'm stuck somewhere in space Don't want to BREATH or move, From this truly BEAUTIFUL place When it's done I'm numb and stupid, I COULDN'T be smart right now I've traveled cross time and distance, And I'm REALLY not sure HOW While we recover only slightly, He's off to another tune The rain is sprinkling again, He's singing Harvest Moon As he begins Tonight's the Night, We think of days gone by Bruce Berry, drugs, a tragic tale, Telling when good friends die We've near the end, Neil's left the stage, But now there's a special treat He was swooning us with his music, Now we're dancing on our feet "There must be someway outta here, I can't get no relief" He's doing All Along the Watchtower, Our musical Chief The encore is like another show, With energy to spare The songs are long and fiery, But time is not our care With Cowgirl in the Sand, We hear the killer riffs Feel daring notes and sounds alike, Like standing on a cliff A last goodbye and exits right, The show is over now Heading to the parking lot, We hear Neil playing somehow Cars and trucks emanating his music, Each a different song And we know till we can DO THIS AGAIN, It's gonna be TOO LONG!!!Hope you liked it,
(more reviews coming soon... --RE*AC*TOR)