It’s a rare opportunity to see an artist at the end of their career, showcasing their songwriting ability and life experience when they still have immense talent. As I sat front row and center in the beautiful Dolby Theatre last night, I witnessed such an event.
At seventy ( or close to it), Neil’s haggard face as he sings tells it’s own story. With harmonica and guitar, bluesy notes emanated my aura as I gazed with wonder onto the stage.
Each instrument he plays has a story tied to it, even the infamous “Woody” Indian statue that accompanies Neil Young wherever he plays, no matter the venue. From stories about Steven Stills to Hank Williams, the master song writer is also a gifted storyteller.
Life is unpredictable, and so I may have had my only chance to see Neil Young perform such an acoustic set.
It does give one pause though….how would your life be expressed as it nears it’s finality?
