www.pandora.com/neil-young/harvest-moon/harvest-moon/TRcJ465Zpg7xfkg
I love Neil Young’s music. Bob Dylan and Neil Young are considered to be the two most prolific rock n’ roll artists of all time. And two of the best, I would add.
Neil Young’s voice is a little on the quirky side; but I love it. There’s something enchanting to me about his music that I’d have trouble delineating.
No music takes me back to the 1960’s any more than does Neil Young’s. Music is like that. To me, songs are like mental bookmarks. Songs take me back to a particular point in time in a memory-rich fashion that most other fixtures do not.
Musical synapses and fractally-interleaved axions still ring vibrantly loud in my brain though. Sometimes I can’t remember what I was doing just a few seconds ago but rock n’ roll music is something that still remains fiery strong and largely intact.
There’s something peculiar and unique about the way music resides in the brain. I can still pretty accurately whistle musical melodies that I haven’t heard in some 50-plus odd years. It seems kinda’ strange. Hundreds of old musical tunes have remained woefully intact, while other parts of my memory seem to have taken extended hiatuses in Argentina and elsewhere. It seems like music occupies a different part of the brain than do normal remembrances. Anybody else register this kind of impression?
JCT - Born Again 