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Neil Young proved last night that, indeed, rock and roll will never die. In fact, "Into the Black" was one of the highlites of the evening at Ottawa's Scotiabank Place. His spirited and energetic performance moved my wife to turn to me and say "I only hope you have that much energy when you're that age!"(I'm about 7 years south of Neil). After all, Neil's getting up there in dog years and, of course, he went through serious brain surgery a couple of years ago but you'd never know all that from last night's concert. Young and his group, including wife Peggi and veteran Young collaborators Ben Keith on slide and guitar and Rick Rosas on bass, were preceeded by Jeff Tweedy and Wilco who put in a fantastic set. Opening act Everest were good but unfortunately struggled against a poor sound system. Everest and Wilco put in sets of about a half hour each. The Old Man put everyone to shame playing non-stop for over 2 rock-out hours.

Here's a couple of photos from the Ottawa Citizen...
Here's this morning's review in the Ottawa Citizen And, here's a couple of pix I snapped with my trusty point and shoot.





Comments

Anonymous said…
Amazing....

I'm going on Friday...

I've seen both Wilco and Neil at the beautiful Massey Hall but this show will be at the Air Canada Centre...gonna be grand nonetheless...
nonamedufus said…
You're in for a treat!
chris said…
Amazing....

I'm going on Friday...

I've seen both Wilco and Neil at the beautiful Massey Hall but this show will be at the Air Canada Centre...gonna be grand nonetheless...

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