Much of the promise of After Gold Rush comes from the last minute decision to include Nils Lofgren, now better known as Springsteen’s long-serving second guitarist, appearing here on piano, an 18-year-old urchin. OK, I am biased, but these songs, especially re-interpreted through these eleven female voices, have a life beyond genre, Hence their scattering still within his current set lists, his aged old testament buoyed by the born-again vigor of the Nelson boys, born decades after this recording, the sons of old buddy Willie Nelson. I can play it side to side (yes, of course vinyl) and be instantly transported to a teenage me, dreaming of a future I couldn’t ever quite picture (and indeed haven’t quite yet), all hopes and fears, intermingled with tears and joy. So when I do remember After the Gold Rush, when I come back to it, it astonishes. It captures most of Shakey’s tropes on one disc – his ragged guitar, his playing always suggesting playing in mittens if not boxing gloves, his delicate acoustic whimsy, and the left-field oddness, exemplified here by “Cripple Creek Ferry.” True, volume and feedback are restrained, maybe 8/10 rather than his later 11 (at least), and it’s possible that the record is even the better for that. But nowhere is there such simple beauty as on this 1970 record, his third solo album after leaving Buffalo Springfield. Yet somehow I always seem to forget it, tending to immediately opt for the feistier, zeitgeistier options of Zuma and Ragged Glory, and the civilians always go for the milquier toast of Harvest. Surely After the Gold Rush, this “uniformly dull” record, as Rolling Stone magazine put it at the time, is the peak of Neil Young’s output?
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