Made it to the Neil Young concert film Heart of Gold at the Tower Theatre last night. Although I am not the biggest fan around, I do appreciate Neil's songwriting and all around originality. Not to mention the fact that he is the Godfather of Grunge.
Heart of Gold was sans grunge. Still, I have to share my enthusiasm about this movie. There were a number of tunes from Prairie Wind, some especially poignant with their backstory of having been written shortly after Neil & docs discovered a brain aneurysm that would require surgery. (Performed successfully shortly thereafter)
There was a sense of camaraderie in the audience. An occasional hoot or hollar for a surgically-altered-yet-always-talented Emmylou Harris could be heard. And we clapped. I don't know that I have previously clapped to the filmed performance of a song. Although odd, it seemed appropriate.
I felt inspired by this movie. I marvelled at the sight of Neil singing "...keeps me searching for a Heart of Gold, and I'm getting old..." thirty years after writing the lyrics. My thoughts travelled through time and I felt like I understood something Neil wanted to share about living, about life.
Wednesday, April 19
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