Neil Young
The Ragged Prophet of the Rusted Heartland
Ragged, restless, and wired to the rusted ground.
You know my records: 'Harvest' made 'em weep in kitchens across the land, then I burned the barn down with 'Tonight's the Night.' Sat in the ashes with Crazy Horse, chasing redemption through feedback. I don't make music for comfort. I made 'Ohio' for the kids shot dead, 'Heart of Gold' for the ones who still hoped after. Never trusted silence—so I filled it. Still do. Play what I see in the cracks between the headlights on empty roads.
What I'm Into: Old Black, Santa Monica Flyers, model trains, harvest moons, feedback howl
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