Monday, 2 December 1996


I played guitar from a Neil Young songbook, yet I'd never seen him perform before tonight.  This has been a crazy year for concerts.  Neil was considerably more mellow than Ozzy or were, though he was playing in the same venue.  He started to play "Harvest Moon" and then stopped dead and mumbled "We'll play that song later.  Maybe in November."   Bill and I had terrible seats, so Neil was a tiny speck, but being in the room with those songs and the guy who wrote them was really quite something.