of course i have disappeared into the movies. the neil young concert film heart of gold. there have been many great concert films through the years. the best being martin scorsese the last waltz which filmed the band last concert at filmore west. a phenomenal concert and a phenomenal film and that is if you love rock and roll and felt as if you had been born into it and were part of the music and and could be in the band if you had a better guitar and someone would show you the chords and that with a few chords and a lyric or two you could change the world. as you can guess i felt all five to the bottom of my twenty four year old soul. neil young was in the last waltz. they had to digitally and before digital actually and they had to manually scrape a big hanging cocaine rock that extruded from his nose so in the film there a bright light that is not the star of bethlehem dangling above his lip and below his nostril. it a famous bit of rock and roll history. but the last waltz was made when the band and neil and everyone else was in their thirties and heart of gold was filmed last year when neil is in his sixties and his band looks as if they are in their late nineties and the entire movie could visually be used by the christian right and the dea in the same way that those ohio state patrol films of the perils of drunk driving were used when i was in high school showing dead teenagers hanging through front windows or dangling from trees or bloody in a ditch. close your eyes and it is a terrific concert and open them and view dorian grey hidden portrait. case in point and the once ethereally beautiful emmylou harris literally coming out of the darkness to sing with neil and from dark to light appearing to be a ring wraith leapt full borne out of the river in front of rivendale. ghastly and ghostlike and a nose that doesn not appear in nature and is not an advertisement for plastic surgery and eyes that make buttons on dolls look lifelike and and the ability to express any emotion and human or not and constrained by unrestrained over indulgence in botox. my mind reeled. porcupine. peru. jack daniels. living hard for decades. my god. sweet emmylou harris who i saw sing for free at fred in boulder and a face a 2000 year dead pharoah would not accept. but the voice and as pure as a thick lipped bottle of boulder beer brewed from the waters of boulder creek and i closed my eyes and smelled ammmmmbbbererrrrrrrrrgerrrrrrrssss (an homage. one must use homage at least once in any film review. to fred hamburgers on boulder mall and the steve martin pink panther movie). it would have been a terrific concert sitting in the dark in ryman auditorium and maybe twenty rows back. but and close up and in close ups and it was a medieval morality play depicting the horrors of indulgence and the consequences of a sinful life. the concert theme and emblazoned on the scenery and a prairie wind. the last song and massed guitars (i counted eight) and i wondered if irony was at play. i do not think so. a native american bass player and a lead guitarist who looked and dressed like buffalo bill and a piano player whose face looked like the screamer face in munch the scream and the chick singers (actually matronly singers and mostly reminding one of the lost youth of senior united flight attendants still plying the friendly skies) dressed in matching full length distressed denim dresses. no it was played straight. none of them had seen and i would bet and a mighty wind. it will be a great cd and and would be glad to tell tales of hippy dippy boulder when neil was a long haired canadian crooner whose indecipherable lyrics seemed to mirror heartache and loss and feelings as universal then as now. but and only in a dark bar. 
of course i have disappeared into the movies. the neil young concert film heart of gold. there have been many great concert films through the years. the best being martin scorsese the last waltz which filmed the band last concert at filmore west. a phenomenal concert and a phenomenal film and that is if you love rock and roll and felt as if you had been born into it and were part of the music and and could be in the band if you had a better guitar and someone would show you the chords and that with a few chords and a lyric or two you could change the world. as you can guess i felt all five to the bottom of my twenty four year old soul. neil young was in the last waltz. they had to digitally and before digital actually and they had to manually scrape a big hanging cocaine rock that extruded from his nose so in the film there a bright light that is not the star of bethlehem dangling above his lip and below his nostril. it a famous bit of rock and roll history. but the last waltz was made when the band and neil and everyone else was in their thirties and heart of gold was filmed last year when neil is in his sixties and his band looks as if they are in their late nineties and the entire movie could visually be used by the christian right and the dea in the same way that those ohio state patrol films of the perils of drunk driving were used when i was in high school showing dead teenagers hanging through front windows or dangling from trees or bloody in a ditch. close your eyes and it is a terrific concert and open them and view dorian grey hidden portrait. case in point and the once ethereally beautiful emmylou harris literally coming out of the darkness to sing with neil and from dark to light appearing to be a ring wraith leapt full borne out of the river in front of rivendale. ghastly and ghostlike and a nose that doesn not appear in nature and is not an advertisement for plastic surgery and eyes that make buttons on dolls look lifelike and and the ability to express any emotion and human or not and constrained by unrestrained over indulgence in botox. my mind reeled. porcupine. peru. jack daniels. living hard for decades. my god. sweet emmylou harris who i saw sing for free at fred in boulder and a face a 2000 year dead pharoah would not accept. but the voice and as pure as a thick lipped bottle of boulder beer brewed from the waters of boulder creek and i closed my eyes and smelled ammmmmbbbererrrrrrrrrgerrrrrrrssss (an homage. one must use homage at least once in any film review. to fred hamburgers on boulder mall and the steve martin pink panther movie). it would have been a terrific concert sitting in the dark in ryman auditorium and maybe twenty rows back. but and close up and in close ups and it was a medieval morality play depicting the horrors of indulgence and the consequences of a sinful life. the concert theme and emblazoned on the scenery and a prairie wind. the last song and massed guitars (i counted eight) and i wondered if irony was at play. i do not think so. a native american bass player and a lead guitarist who looked and dressed like buffalo bill and a piano player whose face looked like the screamer face in munch the scream and the chick singers (actually matronly singers and mostly reminding one of the lost youth of senior united flight attendants still plying the friendly skies) dressed in matching full length distressed denim dresses. no it was played straight. none of them had seen and i would bet and a mighty wind. it will be a great cd and and would be glad to tell tales of hippy dippy boulder when neil was a long haired canadian crooner whose indecipherable lyrics seemed to mirror heartache and loss and feelings as universal then as now. but and only in a dark bar. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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