302. Neil Young, "Tonight's the Night"
I mean, it's a well-known fact that Neil Young has put out more albums than a single person could listen to in an average lifespan, but not only is this the second Neil Young album we've seen on the List in the past three weeks (and past 10 spots), it's the second one that deals with the overdose deaths of his friends Danny Whitten and Bruce Berry. This one was recorded before On the Beach but released after, and it's an even more stark yowl of pain and sadness and longing and emotion.
The first verse in the first song sets the mood:
He used to load that Econoline van
A sparkle was in his eye
But his life was in his hands
Berry was a roadie for Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young and a popular fixture in the LA music scene. He OD'd just a couple of months after Whitten, who was the former guitarist in Crazy Horse until the drug use got out of hand. Obviously their loss shook Young to the core, as it would anyone.
To say this album is "loose" is an understatement. Recorded mostly live in a practice studio, you can hear Young bumping into the mic and slurring some words and generally sounding like he's playing with a headful of tequila and weed, which he was. This album is critically adored - it's another Pitchfork 10 - and it definitely has its moments. I like "Roll Another Number (For the Road)" because it's a song about getting fucked up being played by people who are certainly fucked up. "New Mama" has some just great acoustic guitar and somehow the band manages to sing some beautiful harmonies. And "Albuquerque" has one of the oddest line readings of the word "Albuquerque" you will ever hear but you know, it works.
"Borrowed Tune" has a melody literally borrowed, from "Lady Jane" by the Stones. That kind of put me off until a friend pointed out it fits perfectly with the album's overall theme of fuckups:
I took from the Rolling Stones
Alone in this empty room
Too wasted to write my own
The one outlier on the album is "Come on Baby Let's Go Downtown," recorded at a Neil Young and Crazy Horse show years earlier. It's a song Whitten wrote and sings on and is, fittingly enough, about scoring heroin. It's a rollicking rocker, unlike anything else on the album. It's the "Before" picture, and the rest of the album is the "After."
I can't say I loved this album. There are some genuinely moving moments, and it's a powerful portrait of grief and loss, but some of it really does just sound like guys dicking around with a half-finished song, which is what some of it was.
Does this album deserve to be in the Top 500? I'm gonna get shot for this, but no.
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