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Comment of the Moment: The Logic of Neil Young Critics
"Love and Only Love"
Neil Young + Promise of the Real Camden, NJ - July 16, 2015
Photo by TW
(Note the back bending solo by Micah on right!
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But a curious thing from critics, professional and otherwise: They say, as this man does, that Neil Young is a force of nature in concert; that Promise of the Real is the real deal and in some ways like a young Crazy Horse, and in other ways maybe better; that the new songs rock in concert; that young audiences like them and get them. BUT the new record, The Monsanto Years, is tiresome and mediocre.
Think about that logic.
Is it not possible that the critics are wrong in their assumption that political songs cannot be good music? And that there is a line from Mother Nature being on the run in the 1970s, to "Mother Earth," to "Working Man" ? And a line from old fans to young? And the musician and the citizen are one guy? The poet and the angry prophet are one guy? It's clear he cares deeply about these new songs. Look at how he sings them. Monsanto Years is about saving the earth, wrapped in jaunty tunes. it's a damn good record. A brave one.
And, folks, it's all one song.
Philly review by Dan DeLuca, Inquirer Music Critic:
What would it take for Neil Young to not be great?
For his show Thursday night at the Susquehanna Bank Center, the 69-year-old rock legend stacked the odds against himself. His new album, The Monsanto Years, is an unrelenting salvo against factory farming, genetically modified organisms, and corporate greed, one of those full-length rants the cranky Canadian can get away with without completely alienating his fan base, because - well, because he's Neil Young.
Even loyalists in Young's aging fan base are justifiably skeptical: Will he come out and play the mediocre-at-best new album in its entirety, punctuated by angry diatribes? Will he even reward us, in the end, with "Cortez the Killer" or "Cinnamon Girl"?
At the Susq, the mystery was compounded as the lights dimmed and the show began with trademark Young theatrical weirdness. Straw-hatted crew members dressed as farmers moved about, pretending to plant seeds on the stage.
Eventually, Young emerged and sat stage left at the piano, fedora down over his brow as he opened with the timeless 1970 eco-anthem "After the Gold Rush." Maybe everything was going to be OK after all. That was part of a mini-acoustic set that found him in fine, keening voice, reedy harmonica notes hanging in the air on an idyllic summer night. It went "Heart of Gold," "Long May You Run," "Old Man," and "Mother Earth (Natural Anthem)," the latter at the pump organ, as Young pleaded: "Respect Mother Earth and her giving ways/ Don't trade away our children's days."
In the next bit of kooky stagecraft - before the entrance of Young's backing band, Promise of the Real, featuring Willie Nelson's sons Lucas and Micah - a team of hazmat-suited roadies came on, acting as if they were poisoning all those precious seedlings by spraying them with pesticides. It seemed like the hectoring was about to begin. But no. Instead, it was the next stage of a shambling show that would stretch over three hours, eventually finding time for most of the bluntly artless Monsanto songs, but also taking a winning tour through Young's vast catalog.
Starting out with "Hold Back the Tears" (from 1977's American Stars 'n Bars) and "Out on the Weekend" (from 1972's Harvest), the show started out folkie and familial and grew in electric intensity and volume as the evening proceeded.
Photo Gallery of the Moment: Neil Young + Promise of the Real - Camden, NJ - July 16, 2015
"Down by the River"
Neil Young + Promise of the Real Camden, NJ - July 16, 2015
Photo by TW
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Check out this mega 28 song setlist and concert that clocked in at an epic 3 hours and 15 minutes plus. After over 75 Neil Young lifetime concert experiences, this was the longest, most sustained and inspired stage presence that we have witnessed.
Neil Young
2015-07-16
Susquehanna Bank Center, Camden, New Jersey, USA
w/ Promise Of The Real
01. After The Gold Rush
02. Heart Of Gold
03. Long May You Run
04. Old Man
05. Mother Earth (Natural Anthem)
06. Hold Back The Tears
07. Out On The Weekend
08. Unknown Legend
09. Peace Of Mind
10. From Hank To Hendrix
11. Harvest Moon
12. Wolf Moon
13. Words
14. Flying On The Ground Is Wrong
15. Walk On
16. Bad Fog Of Loneliness
17. A Rock Star Bucks A Coffee Shop
18. People Want To Hear About Love
19. A New Day For Love
20. Down By The River
21. Workin' Man
22. Big Box
23. Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere
24. Monsanto Years
25. If I Don't Know
26. Love And Only Love
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27. Cortez The Killer
28. Cinnamon Girl
Tour: 2015 Rebel Content Tour
Band: Promise Of The Real
Neil Young - vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, piano, pump organ, harmonica
Lukas Nelson - electric guitar, vocals
Micah Nelson - electric guitar, electric charango, piano, vocals
Corey McCormick - bass, vocals
Anthony Logerfo - drums
Tato Melgar - percussion
As Hounds That Howell texted us after concert:
"Most intense DBTR I've ever experienced. Lots of new guitar and vocal phrasings. Great new Interpretations. POTR took it to a new Level.
MicaH adds musical texture with his multi instrument talents. Long Grain is looking down smiling on him as he bows his guitar. The conga section provides a beautiful sway at times a touch reggae often Hawaiian breezey. POTR is a worthy addition to Neil's lineup of
Bands. This Rustie hopes their contribution to Neil's Album catalogue grows. "
Sooner or later, the promise was REAL ...
Great to see so many rusties on the rail in Philly. Neil really loves Philly, clearly. An awesome night. Good to see Rick O, Pattie, Bill, Howell/HtH, Bruce, Deb, Leo, Art, Leslie, Brian/KLH & Road Dog, Chuck, Jim, Cristina/LW, and so many others. you guys are the best. true pit love. respect the pit.
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Neil Young + Promise of the Real will be performing tonight, July 16, 2015, on the Rebel Content Tour at [insert Big Corporation venue name], Camden, NJ.
July 13th. The big day had finally come. After waiting for months, anticipation growing, the day was finally here. At 17, I would see my first concert, and even more importantly, I would also see Neil Young and Promise Of The Real. My dad (a fellow fan) and I made the trek to Cincinnati in the morning. We listened to Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere on the way, and after eating at the Boathouse, the Precinct, and visiting the Newport Aquarium to pass the time, the moment had come, and we arrived at the Riverbend.
We filed in amongst many other fans, and I purchased two of the t-shirts, both adorned with tractors and anti-GMO symbols. It felt strange when I sat down dead center in Row F; "Am I really gonna be this close?" I wondered in awe (Ticketmaster is a living, breathing entity. It cannot be manipulated, and sometimes grants mercy, as with us). After the roadies tuned everything up, Band Of Horses came out and played a short set. Their performance was very good, but they were very loud, and my virgin ears were not quite ready for that level of sound, so I put in some earplugs. Thankfully, I could still hear pretty well. After a thank you to the audience, BoH left the stage, and introduced another man (forgive me, I don't remember his name). The man was a Native American, and spoke of how Rio Tinto and John McCain are mining on their land (reservations, I think), and had us join in a moment of Native American song. After all of this, he thanked Neil for having him here, and finished his speech.
"This is it. The big man is coming" I thought to myself, suddenly feeling very stiff. The roadies did their job, and the women in farming clothes came out, sprinkling seeds all over the stage. At this point, I had taken out my earplugs, and they would remain in my pocket for the rest of the show. As the women began to part to the side of the stage, I saw a familiar black hat glide behind the equipment, and sit down behind the piano. A choir of cheers erupted from the audience. In the distance, I heard the faint sound of the opening chords of After The Gold Rush ring out, but there was a problem with the sound. Suddenly, like a beacon from a lighthouse in a violent storm, Neil faded into earshot. The crowd went wild as he sang the first lyrics, and though I may have just been imagining this, there was a moment where he looked up from the shadow cast by his hat, and I swear, I saw a glint in his eye, and we briefly made eye contact. I'm sure everyone at a concert has had this experience, and I felt paralyzed. It just seemed so strange that he was actually up there and so close. I wasn't just watching a movie anymore, this was it.
After an excellent performance, Neil switched over to his well-worn D-28 (Hank, I believe). More cheers greeted a wise sounding Heart of Gold. "It's these expressions, I try to give" Neil sang, modifying the lyrics, and changing the meaning of the song somewhat significantly, at least in my mind.
Neil switched over to his other D-28, and briefly had an issue plugging it in, where the electronics weren't responding properly. After this quick malfunction, he began playing Old Man. Though it was played in a whole step down, that didn't make a difference. I could only think to myself that his voice seemed so strong tonight, it was mind-boggling!
Testing his harmonica, Neil strode over to his old pump organ, and played a beautiful, wistful version of Mother Earth. His message was really starting to become clear here, and this would continue throughout the show.
Suddenly, gas was sprayed across the stage. A few men in hazmat suits walked about, obliterating the seeds with pesticides. The lights dimmed, and out of the haze, Neil was suddenly not alone: Lukas Nelson and Corey McCormick stood to his left, Micah Nelson to his right, and behind him, Anthony Logerfo and Tato Melgar. The ever-iconic intro to Out On The Weekend began playing, and I became ecstatic. It was absolutely stunning, one of the highlights of the show. Micah seemed to be channeling his inner Jimmy Page, dragging a bow across his strings. He and Lukas seemed to be simulating Ben's steel parts, and were doing a fine job of it. Micah proved to be a versatile rhythm player, who added an extra layer to all of the songs that were played. Serene and sad as always, the song continued to unfold. Promise Of The Real gave it their all on backing vocals, and they sounded great. The crowd joined Neil, and we sang along gleefully.
Neil switched harmonicas, and thanked the crowd for coming. He wisecracked that "Mother nature is cooperating with us for the time being", alluding to the severe storms that had just hit earlier. He sprung effortlessly into Unknown Legend. "Somewhere on a desert highway, she rides a Harley-Davidson, her long blonde hair flying in the wind" Neil sang, and once again, the audience joined, some humorously pointing towards the stage on the "Harley-Davidson" line.
Continuing into the second Harvest Moon song of the night, Neil whipped out From Hank To Hendrix. His voice was still in fine shape. The singalong potential was brilliant, and the lyrics were more relevant than ever.
The first new song of the night, Neil began playing Wolf Moon. Though it had seemed somewhat sterile on the album, here, it rang with an honest beauty, and impressed the audience. The song is just so pleasant, there was nothing you could do other than enjoy it.
Suddenly, everything seemed to freeze. Did I just see a technician bring out the White Falcon? Neil pulled the strap over his shoulder, and began strumming three familiar chords. Suddenly, it exploded into Words, and the audience, appropriately, was overjoyed. The song was as intense as always, and violent flurries of electric guitar burst through the air around me. Neil converged on Lukas, and they formed the classic "Crazy Horse huddle" and they began soloing aggressively. Lukas is really starting to impress me. Very good guitarist.
Neil stepped up to the mic, and gave a speech about four students, who were "actively engaged" and "stood up to the government". Everyone knew what this meant. The Riverbend was splintered by the erupting grit of Ohio, which quickly grew in power like the roots of a willow tree. The performance really hit home with me. Though I did not ever live to experience the slaying of those students (I wasn't even close, a few decades off), I live right down the road from Kent State, tucked between Akron and Cleveland. The song was incredibly emotionally charged, and I began chanting the lyrics with everyone else, many of whom were (obviously) fellow Ohioans. I felt my blood boil in a way it never has, and I felt like I was a part of the music, living this nightmare. What an experience.
Man, I needed a break after that last song. In a rumble of guitar, a chorus of whistles pierced the air, and A Rock Star Bucks A Coffee Shop was underway. Here, I realized the song was EXTREMELY catchy, and the song's chorus (Monnnn-Sannnnn-Tooooo) was irresistible. I quickly found myself singing along (by the way, I'm never the type to sing along).
Next, Neil played People Want To Hear About Love. Another song from Monsanto Years, I found it to really shine live as well. The riff almost reminds me of Country Home, but the song differs greatly otherwise. Monsanto Years is really starting to grow on me.
Without word, Neil and POTR lunged into a searing version of Down By The River. On the way to the show, I listened to Down By The River with Crazy Horse from the Fillmore East 1970, and I dare say this performance trumped it. My jaw dropped to the floor when Lukas just cut loose. His soloing had a strange quality in that he would grab for the high frets of his sharp looking Strat, with natural finish, and just shred away. He's more of a technical player than Neil. Not only that, but it was just so loud, I had never heard anything like it. All of this gave it a very ethereal quality. Lukas is turning out to be one of the best guitarists I've ever seen. Some people have observed that Lukas can potentially fill the late, great Danny Whitten's shoes, and I can see it! Down By The River just kept ascending and ascending, reaching heights I didn't think were possible. The chorus shook the Riverbend every time, and then the soloing recommenced. One of the most exhilarating moments of the night.
I had been looking forward to this one. With a streak of juvenile energy, the band tore into Working Man. One of my favorites off Monsanto Years, the song charges forward with an energy and melody much akin to Time Fades Away. I found myself clapping along and swaying to the music as Neil continued his crusade to tarnish the name of Monsanto. Neil threw his harmonica off stage without a care as to where it went. I wonder who got it. Right around here, one man who sat near us leaned over to me, and yelled "You're very lucky to be here! It's really good for you that you're here!" I laughed, and could only agree. All in all, a very fun song with a serious message.
And just like that, they catapult into what is likely the best song off of Monsanto Years: Big Box. The song runs with a serious Restless Consumer vibe. It is incredibly foreboding with the haunting chorus "Too big to fail, too rich for jail", followed by a riff that I find very similar to Pushed It Over The End, handled perfectly by Lukas.
It is here that I need to mention the other members. Corey McCormick is a fine bassist with great stage presence. He almost reminds me of Billy Talbot in that sense (I'll stop with the Horse comparisons): he jumps around the stage, bangs his head to the music (doesn't have the rubber band neck like Talbot, though!), and by the end, sweat was pouring from his snapback cap. Anthony Logerfo is a very high energy drummer. He could hold the beat fantastically, and made the venue shake with his fills. Tato Melgar seemed content to avoid the limelight. He sat to the left of Logerfo, and provided flourishes of percussion on his bongos, as well as other embellishments. The whole band is incredibly qualified, and deserve their position next to Neil, for sure.
To the pleasure of the crowd, Neil plowed through a jubilant version of Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere. Sounding great as always, he sang with a smile on his face the lyrics he knows so well by now. My only criticism is that the backing vocals here (the la-la-las) seemed a little scrambled, but the audience filled in enough for it to get by without much of an issue at all. Another old classic that we all enjoyed as much as Neil and the band.
The title track of Monsanto Years was the next song to be played. In my opinion, this is the only MY track that kind of dragged along. Overbearing at times, the aggressive nature of the song made me a little uncomfortable, even amidst the other MY songs. However, that's not to say it wasn't punctuated by moments of brilliance, riffs and solos thrown at the audience by Lukas.
Drastically lightening the mood, Neil performed the captivating If I Don't Know. Borrowing an old term from Jimmy Page, this song seems to utilize a lot of "light and shade". Lyrics that projected imagery of nature and its leafy touch gave way to morbid descriptions of dams and other threats, as the chords created a vertigo inducing sensation of falling down a bottomless pit, tumbling towards oblivion. One of the best songs from MY.
The other shows seemed to draw a bit from Ragged Glory, and finally Neil assaults the audience with a crushing version of Love And Only Love. The song announced its presence with a savage eruption of frenzied soloing. At this point in the show, I now realized I was being concussed by the sound, and to be honest, I didn't care. The soloing was very strange, though. It became so loud, that I felt it like lightening. Like streaks of electricity shooting jaggedly though the Riverbend and my ears, my cochleae felt like they caved in. It was an indescribable sensation, and the electricity metaphor is the best I can possibly do. The song signaled a rave up by the band. Lukas threw off his hat, and began swinging his head wildly, his hair flying every which way. He even pulled a Hendrix, and started playing with his teeth, creating mass hysteria in the audience. Finally, after the band pulled a ton of false endings, they finished the last song of the set. The band grouped together, took a bow, and walked off.
Of course, the audience didn't stop cheering. "What will he play?" I wondered. Ideas bounced around in my head. Danger Bird? Revolution Blues? Thrasher? When he returned to the stage, the audience continued its roars, and Neil, with true honesty in his voice, thanked Cincinnati, as well as everyone for attending. The band set up, and fired into the immortal classic, Cinnamon Girl. The song was perfect, right down to the iconic one note solo. As Neil reaches the final coda, he steps towards the audience and raises his arms, prompting everyone to do so as well, an ocean of shaking hands. After one last blast from the band, they all lower their instruments. For the last time of the night, they bow out, and wave as the band exits the stage, and the lights dim, and then come back up, revealing an empty stage.
The performances of all the members were outstanding. Everyone had a moment to shine. Not detracting from anyone's performance, especially Neil's, I must say that Lukas was a real standout. He had a giant's shoes to fill, yet somehow he did it, and then some. I would give anything to see these guys play together again.
Driving back home with my dad, the one thing I can hear in my head, aside from the ringing of my ears, is that man whose words really stuck with me. I was really lucky to be there. Not just that, but I'm very lucky to be a Neil Young as well. Nothing could have rivaled what I saw yesterday. I finally fulfilled my dream of seeing one of my heroes live. This day will forever be ingrained in my mind.
(Once again, sorry for the long post!) Thanks Genghis Kon! Awesome review & vids.
Here's an excellent review by Michael Golden a long time Neil fan. Thanks Michael! (& Tom!) It had been pouring rain all day long. The parking lot was red mud as we trudged up to the south entrance of the amphitheater. The woman at the gate told us that the show was barely half sold that evening. In the steady rain, we watched Band of Horses perform. As Band of Horses closed out their set, the skies parted. A beautiful rainbow appeared in the eastern sky, and then, two women came out onto the stage. Tossing seeds and watering sunflowers, they seemed intent to let it grow. Only a distraction to me, and everyone else, as after a few minutes watching these two women, somebody had snuck out onto the stage behind the old upright. Our spiritual leader had arrived. If Red Rocks was only half sold out that evening, someone might want to explain why as Neil started performing After the Goldrush the entire place was on their feet, clear up to the back row. The venue was packed to capacity.
Neil set out on a tremendous solo acoustic set, later to be joined by Willie's kids and the Promise of the Real. There was something for everyone at these shows. From longstanding hits to songs pulled from the dustbins of history, nobody, and I mean nobody could have been disappointed by Neil's performance Wednesday night. When was the last time you heard Hold Back the Tears and Peace of Mind in one show? How about Bad Fog of Loneliness and Flying on the Ground is Wrong? For goodness sakes, even after better than a couple hundred Neil performances over the past 35 years, I was blown away. For the hardcore fan, Neil pulled out songs like Words (Between the Lines of Age), Don't Be Denied (1st song of the encore Wednesday evening) and Double E (2nd song of the encore Wednesday evening).
The Monsanto Years was certainly heavily promoted in the show, as those of us who know Neil would anticipate. We weren't there to see him perform Heart of Gold or Old Man (although he did!). We were there for the obscure and the new. We got everything we bargained for, and then some. Wolf Moon is an absolutely beautiful song, and Neil pulled it off impeccably. While the new album is focused on corporate farming practices, this is nothing new coming from Neil. He has stayed the course over virtually his entire career. Just listen to After the Goldrush, Field of Opportunity, or Mother Earth as examples. This thread is nothing new to Neil, and we as his fans largely support it.
The setlist was incredible, spanning from the Buffalo Springfield to the present day. I for one was stunned at the number of Stray Gators songs Neil performed, considering that all members of the Stray Gators have sadly passed away. There is no replacing the soul of the Stray Gators, Ben Keith, but Lukas & Micah Nelson sure tried on slide guitar and using a bow on the guitar. Also surprising was the number of Crazy Horse songs performed. With only one exception, they all came off incredibly well. That exception was Cowgirl in the Sand. It just seemed like the band didn't have the sound balanced properly during the jams in between verses. Perhaps that was just my perception. But White Line, Love & Only Love, and Double E came off just great. In any event, seeing Neil do Cowgirl in the Sand cannot be easily discounted. It WAS fantastic, thank you Neil!
After nearly 3 hours, the show ended with Don't Be Denied followed by Double E. If there was anyone disappointed with this show, perhaps they should consider never leaving their house again, as it's been a long time since I have seen a Neil performance this moving and energized.
The second night was equally exciting. This time however, the weather decided to be a bit less cooperative. While the day was gorgeous, Neil's performance was rained on. Actually, it poured. And candidly, it didn't matter. Thursday evening was packed to the rafters. Fortunately, the real fans knew to bring their rain gear, and we needed it. Neil came out of the box a little rough on his vocals with After the Goldrush, but he quickly gained his composure. His set while shorter than Wednesday evening, had some incredible highlights. As Neil broke into Winterlong, the emotions of the second day were overwhelming. It is a song that is so moving and personal that I felt as if he performed it in my honor. I have lived the storyline of Winterlong, and it is painful. It was a great version, very moving, and just phenomenal. Again, hearing Words performed was just unbelievable, not to mention one of the best Down by the River's I have heard in years, possibly decades. Neil didn't do Cowgirl the 2nd night, but the Down By The River had 10,000 plus people in the pouring rain cheering as he pulled off one of the most incredible solos I have ever heard him do. Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere was late in the show, which is odd as he often performs that song early in the performance when I have heard it on prior occasions. The encore Thursday night wasn't a real barn burner, but we had almost 2 1/2 hours of Neil, non-stop in the pouring rain with lightning illuminating the night sky around Red Rocks. No complaints whatsoever.
"Well all you critics sit alone..." I read a review by a fellow named Matt Miller. He must have been at a different Red Rocks this week and seen a different Neil Young. When 10,000+ people are on their feet getting pelted by heavy rain, cheering at the top of their lungs during virtually the entire show, sorry Matt, but I'd say you might reconsider your statement "...the fans lost interest from the long concert and the new, preachy songs toward the end from the new album." Judging from what I saw, nothing could be further from the truth. Consider the following - there are 12 shows on this tour, 2 were at Red Rocks, and nobody walked away disappointed. A woman next to me Thursday night broke down into tears. It was her very first Neil show, she flew to Denver from Sausalito, and she couldn't believe how good he was. Sadly, she didn't bring her rain gear - typical Bay Area concert goer. There were fans in attendance from coast to coast. I met people from the midwest, the east coast, the west coast, and points in between. The real Neil fans knew this was going to be a special week at Red Rocks, and Neil let nobody down.
For those of us musicians, Neil used the old upright (you know the old beat up upright), the foot pump pipe organ, the old Martin D-28, the White Gretsch, and Old Black. I don't recall him using any other guitars.
As for the Stray Gators portion of the show, it was great. The Stray Gators were one of the best bands Neil ever recorded and performed with in my opinion. We were fortunate that they came back together 20+ years ago for a stint. Let them all rest in peace.
With regards to the Crazy Horse songs, they were good. But Neil, this is to you personally - it's time to let the Horse out of the barn. I have a hard time seeing Love & Only Love, White Line, Down By The River, Cowgirl in the Sand, and Everybody Knows This is Nowhere performed by some other band when Poncho, Ralph and perhaps Billy are ready, willing and able to rock n roll. There is no substitute for Crazy Horse, especially when the guys can pull it off.
Finally, for those concerned with Neil's wrist, it was wrapped the 2nd night, but not the first night. Obviously it's causing him some pain. Maybe that's why the 2nd show was a bit shorter than Wednesday evening. Regardless, show me a musician who can captivate an audience for close to 3 hours, with no intermission, have them engaged and on their feet, cheering, singing, crying and totally into every word and note. The greatest singer/songwriter/musician we have ever seen is thankfully still with us, and he continues to bring us timeless music in a relevant manner. Nobody can do what Neil does, nobody ever will.
Long May You Run Neil.
Michael Golden
Truckee, California Nice review Michael. Thanks for sharing.
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