War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
Thick-colorless, gloomy-rainy skies bathed in a downer-gray, ash-flavored ambiance this late-afternoon Tuesday here in California’s Central Valley. A few words right up front guaranteed to immediately bring you right down. However, young Neil begs to differ: One of my favorite go-to-sad-fun songs for now going on 50 years. Snarky-righteous Young jokes in his intro on…
(Illustration: ‘Neil Young,’ by graphic artist Andre Koekemoer, and found here). As I performed by daily routine of an early-morning first-sweep of news sites on the Interwebs, which includes one stop at IMDB to check the birthdays — along with Anne Hathaway, Ryan Gosling, and a host of others, including the late-great Grace Kelly, there…
Surprise this morning as I was re-introduced to one of my most-favorite songs from one of my historically most favorite musical artists, Neil Young, and from of my weirdest periods ever, the mid-1970s. I was about four years late in catching the singing poem — off Young’s “After the Gold Rush” album (1969). Another great…
