Neil "crazy horse" Young, one of the most brilliant and talented songwriters of the century. And the only one in this category who knows how to make the guitar howl and moan like the greats do, oh yeah. He doesn't just play that guitar. He molests it. He squeezes it, forcing it to purge every residue of its soul, and when he's done, he starts again. Without patterns, without time, playing what he thinks even before the neurons send the impulse to his hands. Fully living "the reality in the moment it happens", to quote an inspired (and irritable) Keith Jarrett. After all, improvisation is the only way to truly live it in the moment. Except for sex, of course. But I digress.
Restless, always searching for himself, for a "heart of gold", it doesn't matter what, what matters is the search, the young Young "harvests" the fruits of his early intense experiences, first with Buffalo and then with CSN&Y, a pyrotechnic supergroup christened at Woodstock, and finally beatified and praised to the point of satisfying any ego. But the good old Young moves from the reassuring fireworks of the aforementioned to a warm but uncertain domestic fireplace. It's pointless for me to go through the songs one by one. I can tell you that the best tracks are "Out on the Weekend", "Heart of Gold", and "Old Man". I can comment on the atmosphere of this album. Restless but not confused, of someone who doesn't know where he will end up but knows which direction to go.
This is how I interpret this album: reap what you have sown, enjoy your achievements, but don't settle, don't rest on your laurels. ALWAYS keep searching.
Listen to this album, and listen to Neil Young.
There is something magical and dreamy in the atmospheres of Out On The Weekend, Harvest, Heart Of Gold.
Perhaps for that tone of voice so fragile and close to breaking of the great Neil.
"Harvest is a constant yearning for perfection, a search for ecstasy, which is often captured with depth by Mr. Young's magical singing."
"Heart of Gold is simply beautiful, a tableau of the sun setting behind the hill, while a gentle wind tousles our hair."
An indispensable album that if it had been released in its time, today we would surely find it alongside Harvest and After The Gold Rush among our classics.
For me every time I get to the end it feels like waking up. It’s sad to let go of the dream.
"Harvest IS the music, just as much as other celestial tales of its kind."
"Each note corresponds to a color, an irrecoverable memory, a heartbeat of a faraway submerged world and countless traversed miles."