{"id":202,"date":"2005-10-26T09:05:21","date_gmt":"2005-10-26T16:05:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lefsetz.com\/wordpress\/index.php\/archives\/2005\/10\/26\/old-man\/"},"modified":"2005-10-26T09:05:21","modified_gmt":"2005-10-26T16:05:21","slug":"old-man","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lefsetz.com\/wordpress\/2005\/10\/26\/old-man\/","title":{"rendered":"Old Man"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>What if you were just following your muse and you became a cultural icon?\u00c2\u00a0 <br \/>What would you do?<\/p>\n<p>Artists fight for fame and fortune, and when they get it, it fucks them up.\u00c2\u00a0 <br \/>Or maybe it&#8217;s that today&#8217;s artists fight for fame and fortune first and <br \/>artistic expression second.\u00c2\u00a0 So they&#8217;re sold out from the beginning.\u00c2\u00a0 If you&#8217;ve <br \/>already tied in with major corporations how can your soul be affected by success?\u00c2\u00a0 <br \/>You don&#8217;t HAVE a soul!\u00c2\u00a0 Neil Young had a soul.\u00c2\u00a0 He even sang about the <br \/>concept when he was in Buffalo Springfield.<\/p>\n<p>But that band didn&#8217;t work out.\u00c2\u00a0 So the man went solo.\u00c2\u00a0 And nobody noticed.\u00c2\u00a0 <br \/>I&#8217;d argue strongly that the very first Neil Young solo record is the best.\u00c2\u00a0 <br \/>There&#8217;s really only one other candidate, &quot;After The Gold Rush&quot;.\u00c2\u00a0 Cognoscenti will <br \/>whisper about &quot;Rust Never Sleeps&quot;.\u00c2\u00a0 And &quot;Tonight&#8217;s The Night&quot;.\u00c2\u00a0 And maybe <br \/>even &quot;Ragged Glory&quot;.\u00c2\u00a0 And those records all have moments.\u00c2\u00a0 But they&#8217;re artifacts, <br \/>they&#8217;re not transcendent, they don&#8217;t define the genre.<\/p>\n<p>All these years later &quot;The Loner&quot; has been elevated to a recurrent.\u00c2\u00a0 <br \/>Deservedly.\u00c2\u00a0 Occasionally you&#8217;ll hear &quot;I&#8217;ve Been Waiting For You&quot;, almost as magical <br \/>and more heartfelt than the follow-up album&#8217;s opener, &quot;Cinnamon Girl&quot;.\u00c2\u00a0 But <br \/>I&#8217;ve never heard &quot;Emperor Of Wyoming&quot; on the radio.\u00c2\u00a0 And &quot;The Last Trip To Tulsa&quot; <br \/>has been forgotten.\u00c2\u00a0 Maybe the twentysomethings who don&#8217;t get Neil would if <br \/>they just heard this almost nonsensical album closer.\u00c2\u00a0 Maybe they&#8217;d understand <br \/>1969.\u00c2\u00a0 When optimism died and pessimism set in.<\/p>\n<p>But only fans seem to know the debut.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere&quot; survives because of the aforementioned <br \/>&quot;Cinnamon Girl&quot;.\u00c2\u00a0 And &quot;Down By The River&quot;.\u00c2\u00a0 And, even &quot;Cowgirl In The Sand&quot; is now <br \/>well-known.\u00c2\u00a0 But the big breakthrough was &quot;After The Gold Rush&quot;.<\/p>\n<p>People just started paying attention.\u00c2\u00a0 Having been alerted to Neil as a <br \/>result of his addition to Crosby, Stills &amp; Nash.\u00c2\u00a0 They&#8217;d grown accustomed to his <br \/>high-pitched nasal whine.\u00c2\u00a0 They were ready for him.\u00c2\u00a0 And he delivered.\u00c2\u00a0 I&#8217;m not <br \/>going to put down &quot;Southern Man&quot;.\u00c2\u00a0 But I&#8217;ll tell you that &quot;Don&#8217;t Let It Bring <br \/>Me Down&quot; is my favorite.\u00c2\u00a0 That guitar downbeat.\u00c2\u00a0 God does it set a mood.\u00c2\u00a0 And <br \/>&quot;When You Dance I Can Really Love&quot;&#8230;\u00c2\u00a0 Is that rock and roll abandon or what.\u00c2\u00a0 <br \/>And next I&#8217;ll go to &quot;Cripple Creek Ferry&quot; and &quot;Till The Morning Comes&quot;.\u00c2\u00a0 Just <br \/>trifles, but their inclusion draws you to the overall record.\u00c2\u00a0 It wasn&#8217;t in <br \/>your face only.\u00c2\u00a0 This was a three dimensional artist.\u00c2\u00a0 With a sense of humor.<\/p>\n<p>Music fans noticed Neil.\u00c2\u00a0 He was part of the firmament.<\/p>\n<p>And then he released &quot;Harvest&quot;.\u00c2\u00a0 Was it luck?\u00c2\u00a0 Or did he know it would turn <br \/>him into a superstar.\u00c2\u00a0 That it would break through from hard core fans to <br \/>casual fans.\u00c2\u00a0 It all started with &quot;Heart Of Gold&quot;.<\/p>\n<p>You heard &quot;Heart Of Gold&quot; on the radio so much you hated it.\u00c2\u00a0 You&#8217;re not <br \/>going to find a hard core Neil Young fan who says &quot;Harvest&quot; is his favorite album. <br \/>\u00c2\u00a0That&#8217;s the opinion of those not in the know.\u00c2\u00a0 But all these years later, you <br \/>hear tracks from that record and they feel so right.\u00c2\u00a0 What are we to make of <br \/>an album that wasn&#8217;t commercial that turned out to be?\u00c2\u00a0 It was a moment in <br \/>time.\u00c2\u00a0 When the left field was embraced.\u00c2\u00a0 Something like &quot;Harvest&quot; couldn&#8217;t <br \/>dominate the chart today.<\/p>\n<p>The laconical &quot;Out On The Weekend&quot; draws you in.\u00c2\u00a0 With those lyrics you want <br \/>to disown, because they&#8217;re you.<\/p>\n<p><em>See the lonely boy out on the weekend<br \/>Trying to make it pay<\/em><\/p>\n<p>College is one of the loneliest experiences of one&#8217;s life.\u00c2\u00a0 You&#8217;ve left your <br \/>cocoon behind.\u00c2\u00a0 You&#8217;re still discovering who you are.\u00c2\u00a0 You&#8217;ve got all new <br \/>friends, but can you truly COUNT ON THEM?<\/p>\n<p>Turns out you can, but you&#8217;re not sure of that.<\/p>\n<p>All you know is you&#8217;re hot for love, sex and highs.\u00c2\u00a0 In whatever order.\u00c2\u00a0 You <br \/>go to the bar.\u00c2\u00a0 Take a pull from your beer as you hold up the wall.\u00c2\u00a0 You drink <br \/>with your buddies while eyeing the woman across the room you can never get up <br \/>the nerve to talk to.<\/p>\n<p><em>Can&#8217;t relate to joy, he tries to speak and<br \/>Can&#8217;t begin to say<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Maybe the true loneliness kicks in during the latter half of your sophomore <br \/>year.\u00c2\u00a0 When you realize this is it.\u00c2\u00a0 This is life.\u00c2\u00a0 It may not get better than <br \/>this.\u00c2\u00a0 And you can&#8217;t tell your parents, because they&#8217;re paying.\u00c2\u00a0 And nobody <br \/>else cares.\u00c2\u00a0 Because life sucks.\u00c2\u00a0 Everybody would rather just get fucked-up and <br \/>ignore it.<\/p>\n<p>And that&#8217;s why &quot;Out On The Weekend&quot; struck such a chord.\u00c2\u00a0 It was tired.\u00c2\u00a0 Just <br \/>like we were in 1972.\u00c2\u00a0 The sixties were over.\u00c2\u00a0 We were no longer in it <br \/>together, we were individuals.\u00c2\u00a0 Could we find our way?<\/p>\n<p>How Neil got away with &quot;A Man Needs A Maid&quot; at the height of feminism I&#8217;ll <br \/>never know.\u00c2\u00a0 There wasn&#8217;t a shred of backlash.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Alabama&quot; has a tiredness lacking in &quot;Southern Man&quot;, but it seems a sequel.\u00c2\u00a0 <br \/>And we always respect the original more.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Needle And The Damage Done&quot; is almost too heavy.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Are You Ready For The Country&quot; is the &quot;Cripple Creek Ferry&quot; and &quot;Till The <br \/>Morning Comes&quot; of &quot;Harvest&quot;.\u00c2\u00a0 A trifle.\u00c2\u00a0 But longer than the snippet length of <br \/>the preceding two.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Words&quot; works.\u00c2\u00a0 The same way the opener, the aforementioned &quot;Out On The <br \/>Weekend&quot;, does.\u00c2\u00a0 That exasperation, that represented our state of mind.<\/p>\n<p>But all these years later the reason you can&#8217;t dismiss &quot;Harvest&quot; is that song <br \/>right in the middle, &quot;Old Man&quot;.<\/p>\n<p>It seemed poignant then.\u00c2\u00a0 A conversation between us and our elders.<\/p>\n<p>But, suddenly, WE&#8217;RE the elders.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;When I&#8217;m Sixty-Four&quot; is a joke.\u00c2\u00a0 Everybody keeps concentrating on that as <br \/>evidence of our aging.\u00c2\u00a0 Hearing &quot;Old Man&quot; creeps us out more.\u00c2\u00a0 Because it&#8217;s <br \/>life.\u00c2\u00a0 OUR life.<\/p>\n<p><em>Old man look at my life<br \/>I&#8217;m a lot like you were<\/em><\/p>\n<p>You&#8217;ve got to understand.\u00c2\u00a0 We&#8217;d just lived through the generation gap.\u00c2\u00a0 The <br \/>generations couldn&#8217;t have been more different.\u00c2\u00a0 To have a cultural icon say we <br \/>were similar was heretical.\u00c2\u00a0 And you could not ignore the lyric, the music <br \/>wasn&#8217;t loud enough.\u00c2\u00a0 You caught every word.\u00c2\u00a0 And debated.\u00c2\u00a0 Was it true?<\/p>\n<p><em>Old man look at my life<br \/>Twenty four and there&#8217;s so much more<br \/>Live alone in a paradise<br \/>That makes me think of two<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Can it be a paradise if you&#8217;re there alone?<\/p>\n<p>Why don&#8217;t we ask those old buddies of ours.\u00c2\u00a0 You know, the ones who lost <br \/>their loves and couldn&#8217;t handle being alone and ended their lives.\u00c2\u00a0 They couldn&#8217;t <br \/>see going on.<\/p>\n<p>We were bred for achievement.\u00c2\u00a0 Women didn&#8217;t get married, for fear of fucking <br \/>up their careers.\u00c2\u00a0 What if it was all bullshit.\u00c2\u00a0 And life never changed.<\/p>\n<p>Now we know life never changes.\u00c2\u00a0 Our kids get married young.\u00c2\u00a0 Women want to <br \/>take time off to have babies.<\/p>\n<p>Still, what is shocking is the age of the protagonist.\u00c2\u00a0 Twenty four sounds <br \/>like a baby.\u00c2\u00a0 Shocking as it seems, you were once twenty four, and you thought <br \/>it was OLD!\u00c2\u00a0 You were sophisticated, you knew EVERYTHING!\u00c2\u00a0 Only as you got <br \/>older did you realize you didn&#8217;t know shit.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Old Man&quot; is laden with reflection and truth.\u00c2\u00a0 Aphorisms like &quot;Give me things <br \/>that won&#8217;t get lost&quot;.\u00c2\u00a0 But what eats us alive is that one couplet:<\/p>\n<p><em>Old man take a look at my life I&#8217;m a lot like you<br \/>I need someone to love me the whole day through<\/em><\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s sung not with resignation, but a low key ELATION!\u00c2\u00a0 Like the singer has <br \/>finally discovered his goal, and is on a mission to find companionship and love.<\/p>\n<p>All these years later, Neil Young seems to have found this.<\/p>\n<p>As for us, I&#8217;m not so sure.\u00c2\u00a0 So, every time we hear this song, we&#8217;re reminded <br \/>of who we were and must take stock of who we now are.\u00c2\u00a0 Did we follow the path <br \/>delineated by our parents or forge our own.\u00c2\u00a0 Did we waste decades pursuing <br \/>worthless goals.\u00c2\u00a0 Is this really all there is, you live, love and die?<\/p>\n<p>Great music sounds good.\u00c2\u00a0 This is the defining criterion.\u00c2\u00a0 &quot;Old Man&quot; scores <br \/>on this basis.\u00c2\u00a0 But it&#8217;s the way the words are sung, world-weary, with recent <br \/>discovery providing enlightenment, that infects us.\u00c2\u00a0 You see we&#8217;re looking for <br \/>truth.<\/p>\n<p>You don&#8217;t find truth in entertainment today.\u00c2\u00a0 It&#8217;s a commodity.\u00c2\u00a0 Made to be <br \/>consumed and discarded.\u00c2\u00a0 It&#8217;s not made to stick with you, it&#8217;s fodder for <br \/>corporations to sell their wares.\u00c2\u00a0 Truth sells purely on its merits.\u00c2\u00a0 To think that <br \/>you&#8217;d have to sell a record solely on the music, not the image, not the <br \/>marketing campaign, that&#8217;s too scary.\u00c2\u00a0 But that&#8217;s the way it used to be.<\/p>\n<p>Neil Young still plays by these rules.\u00c2\u00a0 &quot;Harvest&quot; was made when Neil was at <br \/>the peak of his powers.\u00c2\u00a0 It was so good that despite it being inherently left <br \/>field, it was mainstream.<\/p>\n<p>Disillusioned with its success, Neil went on a tour where he played almost <br \/>only new music.\u00c2\u00a0 And put out a live album of these raucous rock tunes as his <br \/>follow-up to &quot;Harvest&quot;.\u00c2\u00a0 We love this.\u00c2\u00a0 That he could reject success, get close <br \/>to the flame and steer away.\u00c2\u00a0 But, in the process &quot;Harvest&quot; 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