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David Connerley Nahm
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November 14, 2025 at 7:17 PM
Reposted by David Connerley Nahm
The math isn't exact, mind you, but: AGW + Horses + Zuma =
November 14, 2025 at 6:40 PM
Any season can be gray if you believe hard enough.
November 13, 2025 at 5:13 PM
I remember when I bought Rust Never Sleeps, I'd only heard the electric version of Hey Hey My My. I thought the whole album was like that and saw a song called "Thrasher" and though, "Oh hell yeah, that song is going to be heavy."

It wasn't like I expected--it was even better!
November 12, 2025 at 6:30 PM
Reposted by David Connerley Nahm
my first in-depth encounter with NY’s music was a homemade mix cassette tape of acoustic songs that I found & bought at a thrift store; a lot of deep cuts on there. “Last Trip to Tulsa” included—it was unspeakably weird but great to encounter songs like that with little in the way of context.
November 12, 2025 at 6:20 PM
I love the observation here about Neil Young's rhythm. It is so distinctive--songs don't sound like NY without that singular thumpy pattern.
November 12, 2025 at 6:11 PM
Anyway: I don't know if anyone ever got sick from my cooking, but the town health inspector did eventually give the Country Club a citation for not having the property licenses for the raw meat handling.

Summer ended. I don't know what happened with the folks making out behind the golf cart hut.
November 12, 2025 at 5:56 PM
Neil Young is a great songwriter and his acoustic work is beautiful ("Thrasher" in particular is one of my favorites), but the sound of him playing that Les Paul through that Tweed, with a little tape delay and a lot of reverb: that is the greatest sound of all time.
November 12, 2025 at 5:53 PM
Neil Young is getting old and his guitar and amp are getting old. I love that when I listen to his albums from different eras I can hear that Tweed amp's voice getting deeper and more ragged and sputtering a bit more each year. Those things are alive too.
November 12, 2025 at 5:51 PM
It was fun and it was loud and I am now 50 and each evening as my daughter gets her bath, I go into the dining room where my amp is and I sit on the floor in front of it with my fuzz on and I do the same thing.
November 12, 2025 at 5:50 PM
It would be romantic to tell you that all of that hard work woodshedding paid off--it did not; I am terrible on the guitar. And I can't even imagine what the racket must have sounded like.

But it is how I learned.
November 12, 2025 at 5:49 PM
At home each afternoon, I would play Word (Between the Lines of Age) from Harvest over and over and jam along with my new guitar.

I did not know how to play the song. I did not know what the chords were. I did not know more than two chords. I could barely press down the strings.

It was terrible.
November 12, 2025 at 5:47 PM