Sunday morning listening: I'm revisiting Neil Young's "Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere", "After The Goldrush", and "Harvest." Released in '70, '71, and '72 respectively, they coincide with my first extended stay in California (which began in a dying Haight, Summer of '69).
These were the Atascadero years. Andrew was born in Berkely - 5/20/70. Marian and I split up in mid '71 and, eventually, I headed to Boston where I met Ann. Over time, I hope to explore all this in depth. It's quite a story, actually.
But getting back to Young, this music is so deeply ingrained in my soul, so intertwined with memories, it has the power to transport me right back. Big Sur, Santa Cruz, LA, San Louis Obispo, Pismo Beach, Morro Bay, Bakersfield, Death Valley, Oakland.
If it's been awhile for you, give "After The Goldrush" a listen. Neil's version of Don Gibson's "Oh Lonesome Me" is bittersweet beyond measure.
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