And no matter what your opinions are, I found that Neil Young had balls to do that, as, I guess, most of his revenue comes from streaming platforms (although to be fair, I’m not worried about his bank account ; he still releases new (and old, lol) material at a crazy rate, so much that, even as the one person I can say I’m a fan of, I just can’t keep up, even today. I listened to Chrome Dreams a lot recently, merely because it’s a fucking good compilation released last year, and realized not long ago that two more albums were released since then. He supposedly has a fuckton of unreleased material too, and aged really well, so I still give a look at what he does from time to time. Crazy to think that Everybody Knows This is Nowhere is from 1969.
For the story, during harder times living outside, I spent hundreds of hours covering his songs on the streets (mostly), which kept me from "just" begging, which I found really fucks with your soul when you’ve got no other choice (it still happened a lot. Storms, broken strings, broken voice, sometimes that was kinda funny, I played in really horrendous situations, and people probably just had pity on me lmao.
I owe him a lot actually, which I find a bit weird. I hope Amazon pays him good
But I’m mostly okay now. Not that it matters, but it’s just to say that it’s not really a sad story. I even miss some times of that life.