Sister Sage's Musings

Buffalo Springfield were a magic band of my 60′s. It featured the young Neil Young, Steven Stills and Richie Furay. It was phenomenal group of musicians and personalities who never received its proper acclaim.

Forty some years later, Young gathered the group for a benefit concert, just last weekend in fact. It was acoustic, sadly because the Springfield rocked, but still a triumphant performance.

Don’t take my word for it.  Rolling Stone, creaking under the veneer of commercialism, healed itself enough to melt over this performance.

The history of this song is legendary. In a remote Northern Ontario town in the very early 60′s long before they were famous, Young taught this to Stills, who later taught it to Furay in New York. Years later in LA, as Young was leaving LA after fruitlessly trying to find Stills, history was made when they all met up on the streets of LA. What did they have in common? This song by Neil Young.

Last weekend they pulled out all the stops just as they done forty years ago. If you like this song, go to youtube: there’s tons more even better songs of this weekend of shows. Brilliant even on audience recordings.