Album 11
Rust Never Sleeps (1978)
by Neil Young and Crazy Horse
If punk was folk.
Every Friday our 7th grade English teacher would have us bring in poems and read to the class. I always chose something from The Portmanteau Book. One kid, David Gould, would read something by Neil Young.
David was a stoner before getting stoned was a thing in our grade. Years later he would ask friends who went to The Who concert if The Whoo performed "Oooh, Wally." They laughed at him. "You mean, "Who Are You"?
David died at age 53 about 7 years ago. We weren't friends. He's one of those kids who you just know and you are sad when you hear of his passing even though there's no relationship, per se.
I never cared about Neil Young. Every Neil Young sounds the same to me.
This is fine. It's good in many places.
I never need to listen to it again.
4.25 out of 5
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