By the magic of television, I have just watched Neil Young performing live at Glastonbury with his band - The Chrome Hearts. He was the Saturday night headline act on The Pyramid Stage.
The guy will be eighty in November but he's still got it - still as committed to his music as ever. Over the years, he has become a consummate lead guitar player - not just a fellow who crafts catchy original songs with the aid of an acoustic guitar.
There's no enhancement with an expensive stage set, big screen videos and dancers - just that old grungy Canadian bloke - a born survivor, sending his plaintive words and his guitar riffs up into the starry summer skies over Somerset.
I have only ever seen him live in concert the once - in Liverpool. Hell, was that really eleven years ago? Go here.
Give me things that don't get lost
Like a coin that won't get tossed
Rolling home to you
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