By now, old Neil out of habit churns out a technically perfect album every 4-6 years... With this "Prairie Wind", the mission is to mend a hypothetical relationship with "Harvest" and its sequel "Harvest Moon"... in these few lines I wonder if, as many claim, this album marks the end of the trilogy, or rather represents a building block for a tetralogy-pentalogy.

Having left the exquisitely country register of "Silver&Gold", Neil in his most unfortunate year still seeks peace and comfort in the bucolic backdrop. "Prairie Wind" gathers ten pieces that don't present many novelties and precisely for this reason are of the highest level. Young, in fact, belongs to that elite of authors who has the license for refined self-citation, so I like to define those who, having produced a style, holding the paternity of an idea, having reached an unparalleled level, can constantly refer in time to that idea by reworking and reproposing it with subsequent taste. The difference in these cases is made by the taste and elegance with which these authors call themselves into question; in Neil Young's case, self-citation is constantly elegant, left to the nuances both in the lyrics and the sounds.

Let's take a closer look at the trilogy starting from the founder:
"Harvest" is a milestone, it has a charm dictated by time. The almost vinyl sound, the imperfect, analog recording, the heavy arrangements by Jack Nietschze, make it incomparable... One of the ten best albums in the history of Rock according to some. The charm of the work can't certainly be reduced to age alone, 30 years are necessary but not sufficient to render the sense of distance and thus the charm, much must be recognized to the cryptic nature that characterized the lyrics of "Harvest", they were closed, enigmatic and contributed to the construction of vague and captivating images that made the work's fortune. In his bucolic albums, Neil has gradually used more relaxed lyrics, wanting to be simpler and more suited to the scenarios they narrate, partially losing that contrast and that gloomy charm, which allowed that record to enchant us.
Ultimately, by stitching together these brief notes, one has a yardstick and measure to better define this new "Prairie Wind", which is still too close to express charm despite collecting the simple complexity, talent, and free inspiration that over the years have become the emblem of ours.

Speaking of the second part of the trilogy, the lovely "Harvest Moon", the differences with "Prairie Wind" lie all in the setting, leaving behind the nocturnal and polished sounds (perhaps too much..), the lunar reflections, the crickets, and the fireflies, to run in the wind-swept prairie, re-encountering the western hues and tones à la "Harvest" (as in "No Wonder", "Prairie Wind", "Far from Home"), hearing after many years male and female choirs together adorned by the Steel guitar of "Ben Keith" (too much?).

The album opens with "The Painter", a song tinged with Soul (Soul also fades into other tracks on the album until becoming Gospel in the concluding "When God Made Me"), a song that associates music with a different form of art such as painting in which Young seems to transpose his life and work into that of the painter narrated… one fixes sensations in colors, the other emotions in his own notes; almost autobiographically, the painter Neil describes "works for two, with passion, falls and rises again, following her own inspiration..". This melody, along with the words, "green to green…yellow to yellow in the light, black to black when the evenings come, blue to blue through the night..." accompany us at dusk, romantically laden with pathos and at the same time light in idyllic comfort.
The second track is "No Wonder", where the prairie wind brings Young's mind back to the days of September 11th, a reflection left halfway on the album "Are You Passionate?". Speaking of cultured citations, in this song the most astute listeners will have detected many Youngian references to previous works. The mischievous citation contained in "This Old Guitar" instead echoes not too subtly the very riff of "Harvest Moon".
The album then contains some sweet and intimate ballads and some tributes to memory including "He Was The King" (to Elvis) and the already mentioned "This Old Guitar" (to Hank Williams). This is the leitmotif of the album, the red thread that mends each footprint on the path: each track seems an attempt to capture something of life, the fleeting emotions or feelings.
Each Neil Young album is somehow centered around a dominant idea; in Young's vast geography only "Greendale" is a true concept-album, but undeniably, producing an extensive interpretation, so are "Tonight Is The Night", where every piece revolves around the theme of suffering, "Zuma" and "Broken Arrow", which recount the culture and atmospheres of Native Americans, "Old Ways", a picture of a countryside that imitates itself, and finally "Sleep with Angels", which traces the theme of losses and love.

Personally, I believe that "Prairie Wind" is also an album deeply linked to the oft-depicted concept of the transience of feelings and life's things. Emblematic are the words "it's a dream only a dream and it's fadin' now, fadin' away" that Young addresses to the ephemeral landscapes of his childhood, almost as if the scenes, usually slow in their change, today no longer render that sweet sense of cathartic staticity that has always enchanted poets and offered comfort to the most sensitive souls.

Tracklist Lyrics and Videos

01   The Painter (04:36)

The painter stood before her work
She looked around everywhere
She saw the pictures and she painted them
She picked the colors from the air

Green to green, red to red
Yellow to yellow in the light
Black to black when the evening comes
Blue to blue in the night

It's a long road behind me
It's a long road ahead
If you follow every dream you might get lost
If you follow every dream you might get lost

She towed the line, she held her end up
She did the work of two men
But in the end
She fell down before she got up again

I keep my friends eternally
We leave our tracks in the sound
Some of them are with me now
Some of them can't be found

It's a long road behind me
And I miss you now
If you follow every dream you might get lost
If you follow every dream you might get lost

Green to green, red to red
Yellow to yellow in the light
Black to black when the evening comes
Blue to blue through the night

02   No Wonder (05:45)

See the bluebird fly easy as a dream
Dipping and bobbing in the sun
Could she be the one I saw so long ago
Could she be the one to take me home

This pasture is green
I'm walking in the sun
It's turning brown
I'm standing in the rain
My overcoat is worn
The pockets are all torn
I'm moving away from the pain

Tick-tock
The clock on the wall
No wonder we're losing time
Ring, ring
The old church bell
The bride and her love
Seeking guidance from above

Amber waves of grain bow in the prairie wind
I'm hearing Willie singing on the radio again
That song from 9/11 keeps ringing in my head
I'll always remember something Chris Rock said

Don't send no more candles
No matter what you do
Then Willie stopped singing
And the prairie wind blew
The green kept rolling on
For miles and miles
Fields of fuel rolling on for miles

Tick-tock
The clock on the wall
No wonder we're losing time
Toll, toll
The fallen soldier bell
The old church on the hill
Still standing when so many fell

Back when I was young, the birds blocked out the sun
Before the great migration south
We only shot a few
They last the winter through
Mother cooked them good and served them up

Somewhere a senator sits in a leather chair
Behind a big wooden desk
The caribou we killed mean nothing to him
He took his money just like all the rest

Tick-tock
The clock on the wall
No wonder we're losing time
Ring, ring
Ring the wedding bells
The bride takes the ring
And the happy people sing

03   Falling Off the Face of the Earth (03:35)

04   Far From Home (03:47)

05   It's a Dream (06:31)

06   Prairie Wind (07:34)

07   Here for You (04:32)

08   This Old Guitar (05:32)

09   He Was the King (06:08)

10   When God Made Me (04:05)

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By AR (Anonima Recensori)

 This album reminds me of Dylan’s "Nashville Skyline."

 An honest and skillful album.


By MAR1973

 The album conveys an extraordinary sense of peace and relaxation.

 "Prairie Wind" is a warm, lulling record, to be listened to over and over.