But this morning he played After the Gold Rush. The whole goddamn album.
Did I mention it's totally beautiful here right now? 74 degrees, sparkly white sunlight all over the place, a cool, undulating breeze. Summer's almost over.
And we're all going to die! You know that, right? Every year, Neil Young smooshed up against the final days of summer reminds me. I don't actually mind all that much--I mean, it's kind of nice and important feeling, actually. I believe one of the reasons people go bonkers for autumn is we all like to be reminded, very gently, of our mortality. It's what fuels nostalgia, everybody's favorite FEELS.
So, I guess it's appropriate that today I'm supposed to be writing about how it's all going to end. And by "it all," I mean the Universe. (Spoiler alert: BLACK HOLES!!!) It's not going to be tomorrow or anything, but everything we know will eventually stop being, even Grandaddy Universe. Just FYI.
Maybe there's a good reason for everything having to end. I mean, probably there is, but I don't think even Neil Young knows why. He just sang a little piece of it to remind us all, very gently.