Unknown Legend - Neil Young

Hello everyone. A little late on this one due to medical complications involving the throat (that's what she said, I know). This week, in search of recuperation as well as familial and platonic birthday love, I made my way up to the great white north to my home town known as Glen Spey, NY. It's been cold, dark and icy here, but I had a wonderful, warm evening with Mom & Pop. On that same night I reconnected with an old friend and was able to play music with him in his all wood studio, which became a second home to me in my final years of high-school (seen here). Being there and playing the songs we did conjured up a whole lot of nostalgia for the area and got me thinking about the people I grew up with. This town, being what it is, tends foster idyllic fantasies of catching greyhound buses and finding lives of action and adventure. Many of these romantic dreams get crushed pretty quickly and more often than not, those kids who went out to find that find themselves back in town to stay living the normal rural/suburban life, for better or worse. What I'm noticing now is that many of my fellow classmates are starting to find themselves in this situation and many are already there, even some people that I once called family. I don't think of it as sad, it's just interesting to see this transformation occur before me. This song by Neil Young which Paul E. Mitchell (the friend I spoke of earlier) does regularly in solo gigs I think sums up this dichotomy between one's dreams and the reality of life better than anything else out there and it also paints a fairly accurate picture of my small town and some of the people who live there. Neil tends to be pretty good at that in general. Oh, and enjoy the banjo and the different background (my childhood home).