Neil Young review: He brings hits and worries to Hollywood Bowl
The jeans. The flannel shirt. The silvery mutton chops peeking out from beneath a weather-beaten train engineerβs cap.
Neil Young had dressed perfectly for the part of Neil Young on Monday night at the Hollywood Bowl, and heβd brought just the right songs too, among them βHarvest Moon,β βOhio,β βOnly Love Can Break Your Heart,β βHey Hey, My My (Into the Black),β both βSouthern Manβ and βOld Man,β as well as βCowgirl in the Sand,β the last of which he punctuated by telling the audience that heβd first played the hillside amphitheater with Buffalo Springfield in 1966.
βFinally made it back here,β he added with a little grin.
Considering how ambivalently Young has pursued traditional rock stardom over the intervening decades, you could look at his Love Earth tour β which the 79-year-old wrapped with Mondayβs two-hour show after three months on the road β as the work of a crank in his dotage giving in to popular demand and doing the hits everybody wants to hear.
But listen to what those hits are saying.
Neil Young at the Hollywood Bowl.
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βI heard screaming and bullwhips cracking,β he sang in βSouthern Man,β about the importance of remembering slaveryβs brutality; βSoldiers are gunning us down,β he sang in βOhio,β about Americans under the rule of their own military.
About halfway through the gig, Young sat down behind a piano and played βLong Walk Home,β an elegiac ballad from the early β70s that he originally wrote about soldiers returning home from Vietnam before updating it in the late β80s to take in that decadeβs wars in the Middle East; here, he tweaked the songβs lyrics again to wonder why we βbroke our wordβ to Ukraine and asked, βAmerica, where have we gone?β
Pretty bleak stuff for a boomer icon in his crowd-pleasing era.
The Love Earth tour follows this summerβs βTalkin to the Treesβ LP, for which Young convened a new band called the Chrome Hearts featuring guitarist Micah Nelson, bassist Corey McCormick and drummer Anthony LoGerfo β they all play in Promise of the Real, which has previously backed Young β as well as organist Spooner Oldham, whoβs known for the Southern soul classics he helped create as part of the mid-β60s music scene in Muscle Shoals, Ala.
At the Bowl, Oldham came onstage in a wheelchair, which prompted Nelson to explain that the 82-year-old had cracked his pelvis in a βfreak basketball accidentβ the other day.
βI just didnβt want you mistaking him for a frail old man or something,β Nelson added.
Young offered a single tune from βTalkin to the Treesβ in βSilver Eagle,β a folky riff on βThis Land Is Your Landβ that he said he wrote after his bus driver suggested he write a song about his bus. He also played a stomping fuzz-rock jam he and the Chrome Hearts dropped just this month called βBig Crime,β which takes specific aim at President Trump with a chant of βNo more great again.β (Not his sharpest critique, perhaps, though the crowd at the Bowl seemed duly moved by the sentiment.)
Micah Nelson, from left, Corey McCormick and Anthony LoGerfo of the Chrome Hearts perform with Neil Young on Monday night.
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Yet what lifted the show was the urgency Young was still finding in the oldies: the squalling interplay between his and Nelsonβs guitars in βCowgirl in the Sand,β the driving tempo of βLike a Hurricane,β his sneering contempt for environmental abusers in βBe the Rainβ and βSun Green.β
Nobody would say the Chrome Hearts were as gloriously crusty as Crazy Horse, and at times you had to smile at the bandβs intergenerational presentation, with Nelson looking like Kurt Cobain, Oldham evoking a kindly church elder and McCormick bopping around in baggy jeans like somebody from 311. But when they all bore down on the doomy grandeur of βHey Hey, My My,β they sounded like a freight train barreling in one direction.
Young closed the show with βRoll Another Number (For the Road),β his ragged country lope from the famously haunted βTonightβs the Nightβ LP he released half a century ago. In the summer of 1975, Young was figuring out how to move on from the disillusionment that followed the collapse of the hippie dream; on Monday, he sang the song with the weary abandon of a guy whoβs discovered how much disillusionment was yet to come.