Photos by Nick Tomecek
There are people out there who believe that when Neil Young dies, music will, too.
“Harvest” was likely the album that began to convince people of this ill fate. Although the storytelling masterpiece has woven its way into record collections for eternity, it’s only a small piece of his biography put to music.
I’ve listened to the record numerous times on vinyl and on Youtube.
I find it notable that the latest time I listened to it on Youtube, the first comment read: “Thanks neil.......I'm 53 now and you been my refuge from life's crap since I was 12”
I wouldn’t presume to sum up his whole life’s career in that statement but, then again, maybe I would. Neil Young: The people’s refuge from life’s crap since 1969.
It was actually kind of amazing. The internet, usually a crypt for petty arguments and endless trolling, was suddenly a streamlined tribute to Young’s role in the winds and turns of an entire generation’s lives.
The thing is, Young is not the man who takes the path less traveled by. He’s the man who takes the path most traveled by, the one most tread, the one with the longest stretches, steepest hills, and he does it in the stiffest boots.
“Harvest” was the pentacle of a storytelling era, in which Young marked himself as one of the greatest songwriters of all time. The album is ranked No. 82 of “Rolling Stone Magazine’s” “500 Greatest Albums of All Time.”
Young could coin the term “walk in another man’s shoes” with no dissent.
When I listen to tracks such as “Out on the Weekend” and “Old Man,” I feel connected to a different reality. I liken many others do, too.
“Harvest” hosts recurring themes of loss and loneliness that won’t sit well on an empty stomach. Young simply has a way of unraveling life’s treachery that you can only begin to trudge through with this album.
The album art is as simple and classic as you might expect. I matched the record to an equally simple floor-length, oxblood dress.
If you notice, the album cover has some blue marker stains and the name Diana written in blue pen. I don’t know Diana, but I like that this record had a life before me.
Dress- Wild Daisy
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