|Neil Young and Crazy Horse|
Whatever his choice of music the people in the stands at the RDS are so far from the action that they may as well not be there. Up under the stage was the only place to be. Ok you got the usual cider wielding louts barrelling their way back and forth, and the odd idiot dancer bumping into you, but generally there was no hassle, and the sweet smell of hash in the air gave me a mild secondary buzz.
It was good to see the great man in such good nick and so clearly happy with himself. But I could only engage infrequently with the music. That weird evocative voice can still work its magic - there just wan't enough of it.