Our friend Denis who is *Between The Rusty Words*, from
the French rustlist *Les Gens Ordinaires* (Ordinary People) wrote
a fantastic review of the complete show, Oasis and Neil, in the
French language, so we at LGO decided to translate it to English
and publish it to the rustlist.
NEIL & CRAZY HORSE
Crazy Horse ! Crazy Horse
! Crazy Horse ! CRAZY HORSE ! CRAZY HORSE ! CRAZY HORSE ! CRAZY
HORSE ! CRAZY HORSE ! CRAZY HORSE ! CRAZY HORSE ! . . . We're running
out of breath. He keeps us waiting. We're striking up *Heart Of
Gold*. Still, nothing. Then, in the light of the big candles scattered
on the stage, CH arrives shyly from the right.
Don't Cry No Tears / I've
Been Waiting For You. Hou, I'm scared : they really take it too
much in their stride, too restrained. In a word : too seriously.
Neil needs help to feel at ease. The only weapons we have are our
voices and bodies. At the end of the 2nd track, Neil began to smile
and glance at us.
Love And Only Love. This
track marked the real start of Neil's taking notice of us. This
track was unbelievable. Part of the crowd was singing *Love &
Only Love* with him, as another part (including yours truly) was
replying to him. It displayed a new dimension - 8th or 9th - we've
left the 4th ! Neil heard us and understood our call to the spirit.
The Horse was getting loose. He's never repeated the verses of the
song before tonight. We won his esteem. He was no longer playing
for himself, no longer playing for us ; instead, he was playing
with us. WE WERE CRAZY HORSE ! (Let us dare to say that). So in
this spirit, it was time for POC. For the very last cry *Piece Of
Crap*, Neil looked for the right time to surprise us, for he could
see we were ahead of him. And he finally found it. Rejoice !
Going Home / When I Hold
You In My Arms. The audience was silent while appreciating the new
songs recalling Ragged Glory and Broken Arrow. There were two young,
French, rustie girlfriends in front of me. One of them was struggling
for fresh air, so she asked the security people for to get her outta
there, and the other girl followed out of friendship. So here I
was, in the first row, beside my friend rustie Young Billy, and
facing Poncho ! When in such a place, you know who the musicians
are looking at, whether it is you, your neighbor, or the one behind
you. And you hear such a perfect sound . . . what more can you ask
? I'm glad I had no choice when I bought my ticket.
Now the acoustic part :
From Hank To Hendrix / Don't Let It Bring You Down / Pocahontas
/ After The Gold Rush. Even after doing his dance during the electric
set, he doesn't sit down to play his acoustic guitar. He sings with
the audience. I love ATGR, but this time it seemed rather pale to
me. I mean it was a classic, but it was missing originality.
Only Love Can Break Your
Heart. A good transition between the acoustic and electric parts.
Nothing more to tell, nothing outstanding in my memory.
Standing In The Light Of
Love / Gateway Of Love. Two more new songs : we're spoiled. They
all are excellent and bewitching. The one where he changes from
piano to electric guitar, he plays sitting all along, his guitar
resting on his back with its neck turned to the ground. IMO, this
track would be better without piano. This instrument adds nothing
to the song and prevents us from hearing some sparkling notes of
electricity whose secret is owned by Neil only.
*No rain ! No rain !* the
audience shouts, just like on the Live Rust CD and the Rust Never
Sleeps Video : Crazy Horse rides with angels. Happiness can be seen
on their sweat-dripping faces.
My, My, Hey, Hey (or Hey,
Hey, My, My). Unequalled power has been reached here. Everything
was moving around me. It is fantastic ! Neil did this verse for
us : *The king is gone but he's not forgotten / Is this the story
of Johnny Rotten ? / IT'S BETTER TO BURN OUT THAN TO FADE AWAY /
The king is gone but he's not forgotten.* When he was supposed to
sing, *It's better to burn out 'cause rust never sleeps.* Poncho
tells him with a grimace of surprise. Then, Neil realized his small
mistake and replies the same way, grimacing. Both of them are laughing
out loud. Poncho gets near Neil and mimes twice kicking Neil's arse,
but he doesn't care and he throws the Horse into a wild and mean
ride. How does he take it all ? What form ! What energy !
Sedan Delivery. Magical.
The weariness I feel listening to some old live shows (1996, 2001)
has now faded away. The same miracle as *Love And Only Love*. Once
more, I reply to Neil. This is the end of me. I'm out. SD got me.
And now comes . . .
. . . Like A Hurricane.
A dove (the organ) comes down from the sky. A blue tear drops from
his left closed eye. A black bandana on his head. I'm startled and
want to cry to him : *no tears around me*, but it's too late : a
violent Hurricane is on its way. It begins like the end of Weld
version. Now, I'm weary and just looking. One hand grabbing the
barrier, the other on Young Billy's shoulder, I'm feeling weak,
almost stumbling. They should have set an airing system and/or sprayed
us with water. Hey Neil, where's that big fan of yours, from Hurricane
? On stage, they wriggle like devils. Wires are tangling up. Billy
is trying to untangle them and making signs with his body, to pass
behind him. But Neil is on a trip, he's disregarding anything. The
end already, Neil uses distortion and breaks his guitar strings.
One by one they're giving way under the pressure. The last one's
tougher and it needs all Neil's strength to tear it off with his
hand. Neil, please don't cut your fingers !
Now it's time for the experimental
part, a kind of laboratory. Giving it vibrating motions, Neil sets
his Old Black in various positions, trying to shake the tremolo
bar free from all moves. He tests ensuing sounds : He leans his
guitar on the piano, thumping it then changing settings on his pedal-set,
and thumping it again just to listen to the sound it makes, repeating
this again and again. A few notes on the piano, then . . . you ain't
gonna end this track this way, not this early -- I need ten to twenty
minutes more ! You'd better have another guitar to break out. Go
get it, please ! In the mean time, Poncho looked happily at Neil
working on his experimentation. Billy put his guitar on the ground
and looked at it inquiring, *Shall I stamp on it or shall I try
and draw sounds from it ?*. He chose the latter and knelt to tamper
with it. Crazy Horse left the stage discreetly.
Encore . . . Of course,
we want more, till dawn. That's when I found my strength again,
now I'm perfectly ready for . . . Fuckin' Up. Sorry, but I can't
find the words to tell you about such a phenomenal song. Isn't there
a small bit of blues at the end ? Oh my my, Neil never dared play
this way ! He did it because he knew the audience was on his side.
He could do anything tonight -- we were so good ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Poncho won me over by a length when he threw his neverending *Fuckin'
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup*. Maybe he
shouldn't shout this loud. He is so strong. This *Fuckin' Up* will
will go down in history -- Neil shouldn't forget it for his next
This is the end. Neil, arms
raised, is waving his hands thanking the audience. Ralph's drumsticks
fly above the crowd. One had already passed over in the middle of
an earlier song (MMHH ?, or another one earlier ?). Then, arm in
arm, they're bowing down and are swallowed into their dressing rooms'
intimacy. End of show music is played, the one we only heard at
Oops, I forgot to tell you
1) Neil is very talkative
-- I mean more than me.
2) Behind me, a guy played
harmonica (! ! !) while Neil was getting ready for Pacahontas. I
was afraid Neil would have a bad reaction. Did anybody in the seats
hear him ?
3) As a final goodbye, Poncho
waved to us in the front row : you are the best !
4) I had a hoarse voice
for more than 36 hours. But, I didn't account for that immediatly
5) I haven't been able to
listen to any music since that night. Just blues symptoms, like
6) Good artists never give
the same show twice. You Rusties will have to figure out new tricks
at Vienne if you want Neil to like you (France, not Austria - don't
take the wrong road, Neil !).
My mind is set : I won't
clean my ears anymore until Christmas, Neil cleaned all the dirt
from them at Bercy tonight. A question is hanging in my head (please
answer me) : How can you listen again to the Loner's CDs (official
or bootlegs) after having taken part in a show ?
A great disappointment tears
my heart : Astrid disregarded my rendezvous (so did Peggy with Francois
Fisson's). I just simply wanted to take her in my arms and cover
her with kisses. My intentions were good, Parisian nights are so
cold and hostile.
Well, now I need the night's
t-shirt, medium size. A very charming salesgirl shows me what's
left : large. She unfolds it ; I can't wear that ! It's twice as
big as me ! I ask her to look for a medium t-shirt in any pattern.
Then, she gets a bit stressed. But, she comes back, glowing with
happiness, a joyful spark in her eye. She proudly shows the *M*
on the label, it's the exact t-shirt I'd asked for ! !
Now, the LGOs and other
Rusties meet at Bercy Square. My legs are aching and my throat is
dried out. We have a hard time making our way to the nearest bar.
This is a sweet, warm night. Here we are now, sitting in a large
bar with low prices (7.77 euros for a beer, and 3.96 euros for a
Coke or a fruit juice). We get to know each other better, while
discussing the fabulous show. Donna keeps saying that Birmingham
was better, but she admits that she'd never heard such a version
of F#$@in' Up (a smashing version, needless to say it again). Julia
from Frisco, CA, shows me her watch and says we shouldn't miss the
last tube train. Indeed, four minutes later and we'd have missed
the last train. We say goodbye. After a little tourism through Europe,
she'll be in Stockholm and Oslo for Neil again : that will make
6 (7 ?) European shows ! A roady Rustie girl !
I am overjoyed and enthusiastic
about this day : I was close to Crazy Horse, the LGOs, and other
Rusties. Thanks to all of you. Thanks to Neil Young. I hardly slept
that night !
Denis Between The Rusty Words