Neil Young Live: It Felt Like a Dream
My mother understood some things about me; she understood the Neil Young about me.
I’ve written about this concert before, but that was before Jane died. For a few years back in the early 70s, it was impossible to go or dream of going to any show without Jane. Now, it’s impossible to believe that when I see ourselves about to drive under blue, but darkening skies before the rain will fall, it’s only the dream that still exists.
There was a day in late January 1973 when my favorite AM radio station — WSGN-610 — announced in one of those echo-y ads they were so famous for that the University of Alabama Entertainment Board was bringing…
NEIL YOUNG
to Tuscaloosa that coming March.
I thought I was asleep when I heard the ad and immediately woke to call my friend Fred, and the next day we got our tickets at The Purple Mushroom in 5 Points West — got five tickets for him and me, and Jimbo, Jim, and Jane.
The concert would be on a school night, and I didn’t have to persuade or convince my parents to let me go, 11th grader though I was. My mother understood some things about me; she understood the Neil Young about me.
