Cymbal #4:: Neil Young and the Beautiful Storm

Just listen to what is not said here, how between simple lyrics lie acres of endless expression. The inner eye is deceived by one sense into replacing the input of the other senses. The guitar jam in this song is like a long walk through the elements. This is a landscape described in sound. 

I close my eyes and I see red deserts under low cloud ceilings, the road leading through the rocks. Where the road ends, the hills start. An endless climb through sharp grass and heather which pricks through the pants, the wind buffeting the climber down the direction he came. At the end of the climb, at least in this version, my traveler lifts off into the storm and flies away. 

Life isn’t easy but that doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful.

Neil Young – Like a Hurricane – 1977
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