But wait, there’s more! As an early celebration of Neil’s 60th birthday (this Saturday), I’m throwing in the lovingly remastered “Revolution Blues” at no cost to you! How can you say no to that?

I would help if I could...

Thanks just the same. It was a shot in the dark.

I know this doesn't help you, but Jay Farrar does a great version on Stone, Steel, and Bright Lights

Yeah, I've heard a little bit of it. Based on that, I'd say it's the best cover available; it certainly leaves the Roxy Music and Mission UK versions in the dust.

I want this version:

The rain did not stop Neil Young and Crazy Horse from taking the stage promptly at its designated start time. The band immediately launched into their portentous Hey Hey, My My (Into the Black) and held back nothing as the dual guitar attack of Young and the underrated Frank "Poncho" Sampedro each belted out scorching riffs. It was great to hear Crime in the City and the more mellow Hippie Dream, but these were overshadowed by the raging thunderstorm that continued to surround the theater.

Young regained the audience's attention with F*!#in' Up, and driven by the rhythmic duo of Ralph Molina's drums and Billy Talbot's bass, he launched into an amazing solo that was cut short when the storm wiped out the power to the arena. Only Neil Young and Crazy Horse could possibly keep their momentum rolling, continuing to jam despite a lack of lighting and a sound system. Instead, flashlights and candles cast light upon the band, which continued unfazed. Gradually, the crew turned all the amps and monitors towards the audience, and the fireworks continued.

Lightning surrounded the theater with brilliant flashes and streaks across the sky. The wind and rain picked up, and Young and company countered in an awesome duel with nature. Without pause, Young led the band through a life-affirming, all-out experience of Like a Hurricane that only seemed to magically intensify the storm. The wind pushed the rain through the pavilion to the 35,000 seat arena. We were about midway between the stage and the back of the pavilion and ended up soaking wet. Even more amazing was that the wind picked up at such a speed, it pushed the hard-driving rain all the way to the stage, drenching everyone, including the band. Despite the risk of electrical shock, the group continued to plow through Like a Hurricane, which seemed more and more appropriate with each note it played.

Rockin' in the Free World continued the intensity. Water gushed down into the pavilion, and the audience climbed onto walls to avoid the flow, which peaked about 3 inches short of the foot-high barricade. Gradually, the water worked down to the front of the stage, where it created a small river. Young continued on through Tonight's the Night, while security told everyone that this would be the final song. This was a big mistake for those who left.

Young noticed the water flowing down the aisles and launched into a pairing of Down by the River and Powderfinger. Despite the fact that it was difficult to hear much more than the vocals and the guitars of Young and Sampedro, both of these versions were unbelievably intense. With the power of the group's delivery, the insanity of the storm, and the hysterical stage antics of a band dancing around in the rain, the remaining audience was totally captivated by the performance. Somehow, the group managed to defeat the rain -- by the time it finished Piece of Crap, 80 minutes after taking the stage, the rain had stopped.

I was there.

Wow, dhartung, that sounds incredible. There are a lot of musicians I wish I was old enough to have seen in their prime, and Neil Young with Crazy Horse is definitely near the top of my list.

Hey keswick, I was there. It couldn't match dhartung's story but still...

At the Blue Note in Columbia, MO, I was there on a semester adjunct gig and really lonely. I went to the Ferrar show with the woman I was seeing, but she bailed after Canyon played. I stayed because I'd been waiting to see Jay for a long time.

He played a great, tight couple of sets and an encore. I'd already decided it was one of the best concerts I'd ever seen when he came out for the final encore. Lucifer Sam I barely remembered from my drugged adolescence. Odd, but satisfying. As the band tailed off to a close, I was already untying my coat from around my waist when the two beats and opening chord of Like a Hurricane kicked in. It was fucking transcendent.

Jay's performance was spot-on. The whole time I kept hoping that somebody was taping the show. When the live album came out and I saw they picked the Blue Note show for the encore...well...imagine having an audio transcript of one of the happiest moments of your life.