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Neil Young's Book Is Not A Great Memoir, But It's A Great Something

By Levi Asher on Wednesday, October 17, 2012 12:19 am

I dug into Neil Young's memoir Waging Heavy Peace: A Hippie Dream with a lot of anticipation, because he is one of my very favorite singer-songwriters, and because I've followed Neil's work long enough to know that a long session of candid and honest soul-searching with this brilliant and enigmatic rocker/hippie is a rare thing.

I'm also excited to read Pete Townshend's brand new memoir, but it's not the same thing. Pete Townshend has already told us his life story many times in interviews and public statements, and in his directly confessional songs. Neil Young is built of slipperier stuff, so slippery that I could barely imagine him writing a memoir at all. Now that I've read Waging Heavy Peace, which I loved and which kept me in its grip laughing and nodding in constant agreement, I know that he hasn't. This book is not a memoir. It's something else, though, and maybe this is just as good.

Why would we ever expect Neil Young to deliver anything straight? When this artist sees an expectation, he must defy it. His best songs are highly sincere but never direct, and he likes to get in his own way. Neil Young suffered from an overdose of fame and popularity in the Woodstock/Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young era, and then spent the 70s caroming from country-rock to proto garage/punk to bleary psychedelic experimentation. He tends to push his supple artistry just to the brink of comic annoyance, like in the guitar solo on "Down By The River" that consists of a single thudding flat note repeated 20 times ... followed by another 20, and another. Many readers won't like Waging Heavy Peace because his prose often aims for a similar thud-like effect as this famous guitar solo. And the effect works better in a minor-key blues ballad than it does in an autobiography.

Readers want a certain straightness and completeness in an autobiography. We want memoirists to deliver themselves up to us in full. We don't want chewy, artificial passages like this one, in which Neil explains the digital music system he recently helped to invent and is currently seeking capital funding for.

PureTone players will be portable, everywhere players, usable at home, in the car, or in your pocket with earphones. Additionally, PureTone home players could be bigger and better, with more memory and audiophile features galore for the extreme listener, but basic PureTone is for the masses, for music lovers. "Quality whether you want it or not," as Larry Johnson used to say.

A memoir? Waging Heavy Peace is a stream-of-consciousness, sucking in to itself like a vortex every thought, idea, opinion, business plan, musical memory, old grudge, old friendship or hilarious observation that flits past Neil's eyes as he sits there trying to write. Heavy Peace is a highly self-conscious work -- meta-memoir, to be sure -- and Neil does not seem happy about the fact that he has committed to writing an autobiography, even though he did so of his own free will. He swerves crazily, like a drunken bus driver on a mountain trail, between past and present tense, between the 1960s and the 1980s and now, between technology talk and random memories and musical explanations and tributes to his long-lost friends. The book will keep you awake and amused, but it won't deliver the punch of truth and honesty that a great memoir should deliver, and that recent books by Bob Dylan, Keith Richards and Patti Smith all delivered.

Well, unlike Bob and Keith and Patti Smith, or even Gregg Allman (whose recent memoir My Cross to Bear I've never written about, but also really loved), Neil Young does not appear to have ever been interested in literature. This doesn't help him when it comes to writing a book. His body of lyrics, as great as it is, stands virtually free of literary reference points, though Neil makes up for this deficiency with awareness of roots music, native American culture, modern politics, alternative cultural values, and the wonderous receptivity of a faux-naif mind. Waging Heavy Peace mentions only one writer in passing, the adventure novelist Clive Cussler. And Neil Young doesn't seem to be trying to achieve the level of transparency of a Clive Cussler novel either.

But this is why Waging Heavy Peace is great, even though it's not a great memoir. Neil Young has a furiously original mind; he eats originality for breakfast. The book is a structural mess, packed with theories about digital music technology (a lot of theories about digital music technology), classic automobiles and alternative-fuel systems, small farms, forestry, Lionel trains, real trains, acoustic guitars, electric guitars, substance abuse, illness and old age, recording studios, the corporate music industry ... but the overstuffed mess is a wonder to behold, and Neil has something surprising and heartfelt to say about every single thing. Many paragraphs are strewn around with utter carelessness, but not too many paragraphs are wasted.

The quiet backbone of the book is Neil's relationship with his family -- his wife Pegi, their two grown sons Zeke and Ben Young (he calls him "Ben Young", and explains why), both of whom were disabled from birth, and his daughter Amber.

Neil's devotion to his family seems to be the only constant in the later part of his life, and I can't think of any other recent book that better uncovers the real meaning of the term "family values" than this one. He has clearly worked harder to get to know his two sons than he has to sustain his musical career. His book is at its best when he's talking about them.

Zene Young was picked on by his peers, but he is a resilient and loving person, with a heart as big as life itself, and he has become a man I am so proud to call son. He is hardworking at his daily job, one he found at the Home Depot, where he started part-time and has stuck with it to become a full-time senior employee.

Zeke had gone to an audio recording school and learned all the technical theory behind recording. He used to work with me on my tours, recording my shows on a Pro Tools system. One day he came to me and said, "Daddy, I think I should get another job, because I need to be independent and you will not be doing this forever. I don't want to be relying on you for a job." I think any father would be really proud to hear these words from his son, and I was very impressed with Zeke.

Neil Young once got sued by Geffen Records for refusing to record characteristically "Neil Young" albums, and we can feel the powerful source of his stubbornness in his account of this ordeal:

My new record company wanted me to make a hit as big as 'Harvest' and thought that I had ripped them off by not repeating myself and making them look like a great record company. I have never thought that it was my job to make a record company look great. I thought it was the other way around. The record company has to recognize when something is a statement by the artist or whether it is commercial enough to be a hit and do a good job of presenting either option to maximize the release.

At moments like this, Neil acheives a Thoreau-like clarity (has he read Thoreau? He must have). At other times, his stubborn observations seem to hang spookily between clarity and obscurity -- but then his lyrics always did too, and we like it when that happens. Like the characters in his songs, he often lets his thoughts drift towards obsessiveness:

It was just a little ranch house built on a lake in the fifties our of plywood siding, and it had some pretty cheesy interior features as well. We took down the cheap plasterboard paneling with phony wood grain that was on the old cabin walls. After a few days, we replaced it with beautiful redwood planks I picked out myself at the lumberyard. I went through stacks and stacks of twelve-inch-wide planks of rough-sawn A-grade redwood, choosing the ones with the most beautiful sap and grain. Maybe I took one of every twelve. I loaded them carefully into the back of my '51 Willys pickup truck. When we got the redwood to the ranch and inside the house, we cut the planks carefully to length, choosing the exact grain detail we wanted to see on the wall, and then put them up. I chose every piece and placed each one carefully, taking my time to examine the grain, then deciding where to put it. These planks had a lot of sap in them and a unique grain. They were not the best grade for structure, but they were my favorite and I was using them only for a wall covering. Pegi and I still enjoy them in the living room today.

I have no idea, but something tells me Pegi may be humoring Neil at times like this.

Despite the freewheeling nature of Neil Young's muse, Waging Heavy Peace: A Hippie Dream does illuminate the severity of his work ethic. At one point Neil describes the intense trauma he goes through facing the challenge of preparing for a performance at Farm Aid when he has been off the road for a few months. There are many passages like this:

I am currently tired of my musical self. I have reached a point where I have OD's. When this happens, it is temporary, but my capacity to enjoy music disappears totally. Every thing I think of musically is a joke and I reject it completely. This is part of the process. It has happened a few times before. The last time was near the end of 2009; I finished that tour and had to stop. Too much of a good thing. Even other people's music turns me off when I am like this. It all sounds the same.

It's news to me that Neil Young seems to feel a lot of guilt and self-loathing over his many artistic failures, and he may suffer about some of the poor reviews Waging Heavy Peace will inevitably get, because it's truly a sloppy book. But Neil Young shouldn't feel bad about anything. He's given us nothing but pleasure for the past four decades.

9 Responses to "Neil Young's Book Is Not A Great Memoir, But It's A Great Something"

by TKG on

I hate seeing that lonely zero comments line.

Neil Young is and has always been a compelling character. His music has been consistently good and interesting for decades. A book by him seems intriguing and worth reading.

I have one Neil Young story that is not direct with me, but told to me. Back in the day there was this one fellow who told how there was this guy, sitting in a chair out by the Santa Cruz yacht harbor playing guitar. He looked just like Neil Young. And he was sitting around playing Neil Young songs.

Well that's because it was Neil Young. His ranch was (and still is) just up the highway a few miles.

That was around the time of the Shocking Pinks. That's what I also love about Neil Young. He got the record deal with Geffin where they told him he'd get full 100% artistic freedom. He put out Trans which is an interesting record, trying to be novel and musical at the same time. Then the Everybody's Rockin was a timely record because there was a renewed trend for old time rock and rockabilly stuff. Late 70's early 80's was a great time for getting past the boring bloated corporate ROCK.

So, Young tries things -- and what does Geffen do? They sue him for not putting out commercial music.

Typical.

And I learned that at that time Young was dealing with his severely handicapped infant and Trans reflected the sort of things they were trying to do to simply communicate his his baby son.

I think Young won the lawsuit.

I saw Young once, at the Cow Palace, and I kept thinking, "Hope Neil Young will remember, Southern Man don't need him 'round anyhow". With Ronnie van Zant wearing a Neil Young T-shirt on the cover of a Lynyrd Skynyrd album.

by Catalyst on

Saw this book in Costco the other day. I had half a mind to buy it for my pops but he still hasn't finished Gregg Allman's book. After reading your review, I think I'll buy it for myself. Thanks!

by hypcollector on

...neil is the original punk rocker---corporate sneering, maniacal repetition, soul searching, volume maximizing, indignant wandering, open minded. his willingness to share his mind through his creative output is very inspiring to many....his 2005 prarie wind cd/dvd is the pouring out of an aging man. the memories, the disappointments, the hopefullness, the transparency....thanks for reading and reviewing this for me, sounds like time well spent....

by knip on

I taught myself guitar listening to three albums with the songbooks open in front of me...Harvest was one. Forever linked. Seeing Neil and Crazy Horse (again) in a couple weeks. Neil with Crazy Horse is my favourite Neil; lost of mistakes, raw power...makes me feel I'm 13 again. There's rumours Patti may be there with him, although she has to play in Spain a couple days later. That would make my century.

by Zuma on

Greendale. the movie, and the graphic novel. anybody else familiar with that work by Neil?

by Levi Asher on

Zuma, I checked out Greendale and I liked what I saw of the work's nostalgic or postmodern-sentimental aesthetic. But I didn't see enough of it to really get to know what it's about. Do you recommend it?

I am, however, familar with a great Neil Young album called "Zuma". I assume you are too?

by Zuma on

re: Greendale, well, that's the thing; i never saw the movie or the graphic novel myself either -but on the other hand don't wish it to be an obscure work. Neil, for me, is one of those artists that i wish to know of anything he does.

yes, i'm aware of the Zuma album, for sure. my handle's short for montezuma, my old CB handle from the 80's, a name i could easily distinguish through static and low volume. friends insisted on shortening it.

by Jessica WordenM... on

to Levi Asher - Album review is great, spot-on. //Side Note: Zeke Young's mother is not Pegi Young as you've mentioned in your article. Zeke's mom was the late Carrie Snodgress----who happens to have been my old babysitter in Park Ridge IL. She lived across the street from me and, apparently, had the reputation in high school of skipping class in favor of hanging around the theatre department. She was an accomplished actress---who should have been worth mentioning! All the Best.

by xian on

just reading this now and came across your review while on an obsessive wiki/search binge tracking down various items mentioned in the book. i actually love the realtime stream of consciousness, direct to reader, writing style. i love his asides as well, as when he wonders for a minute if he did in act write horse with no name.

p.s.: this page and all of litkicks is coming up blank for me in safari on my ipad.

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