Neil Young - Avery Fisher Hall NY. April 24, 2011.

Here is the first night of two at Avery Fisher Hall in New York.  I posted the second night a few months ago, and have been meaning to get this one up ever since. Sorry for the delay.  The sound quality is almost the same. Though this one is in mono do to cable problems. This too is also an audience recording. I'm mainly putting this up for those of you who would like to have both nights. I like to have complete runs myself.  Of the two nights I would have to admit that the 25th is a bit better on the sound end.  The shows themselves are both great. 

***Neil Young - 04/24/2011***

We Miss You.

(August 1, 1942 – August 9, 1995)

 

Jerry, my friend,
you've done it again,
even in your silence
the familiar pressure
comes to bear, demanding
I pull words from the air
with only this morning
and part of the afternoon
to compose an ode worthy
of one so particular
about every turn of phrase,
demanding it hit home
in a thousand ways
before making it his own,
and this I can't do alone.
Now that the singer is gone,
where shall I go for the song?


Without your melody and taste
to lend an attitude of grace
a lyric is an orphan thing,
a hive with neither honey's taste
nor power to truly sting.


What choice have I but to dare and
call your muse who thought to rest
out of the thin blue air
that out of the field of shared time,
a line or two might chance to shine --


As ever when we called,
in hope if not in words,
the muse descends.


How should she desert us now?
Scars of battle on her brow,
bedraggled feathers on her wings,
and yet she sings, she sings!


May she bear thee to thy rest,
the ancient bower of flowers
beyond the solitude of days,
the tyranny of hours--
the wreath of shining laurel lie
upon your shaggy head
bestowing power to play the lyre
to legions of the dead


If some part of that music
is heard in deepest dream,
or on some breeze of Summer
a snatch of golden theme,
we'll know you live inside us
with love that never parts
our good old Jack O' Diamonds
become the King of Hearts.


I feel your silent laughter
at sentiments so bold
that dare to step across the line
to tell what must be told,
so I'll just say I love you,
which I never said before
and let it go at that old friend
the rest you may ignore.

Robert Hunter