Comments should be pretty JOOOOO!-free, but the He-Man Woman Hater’s Club will likely be fully engaged, as usual:
Neil Young is not, in fact, Canada’s most pompous and pretentious male singer-songwriter.
That would be Burton Cummings, whose musical sins are elevated from venal to mortal because he wasted a strong, singular voice on hogwash. Young’s “instrument,” in contrast, is so reedy you could use it to weave baskets.
You’d need a shipping container full of “Cortez the Killer”s to balance out the incomprehensible bombast of Cummings’s “Albert Flasher.” The fact that salt-of-the-earth Randy Bachman put up with the guy for so long makes me think there just might be something to this whole Mormon business after all.
