I used to love Neil Young. The seventies, heroin addicted Neil, the one who sang broken ballads of despair. Then he started singing about politics and farms and terrorists. Lighten up dude. Oh, and bad news: that "filthy mountain man look" you've been rocking since the early nineties isn't really working for you anymore. It was okay in 93' during the grunge stuff and your Pearl Jam days but it is EXTRA stale now, especially for dinner in Beverly Hills. You might want to look into a bath, friend.
