Concert Review: Neil Young at Sprint Center, April 30, 2009

To hell with you — Neil Young‘s guitar is like a damn hurricane.

That black, shorn Les Paul, looking like it was pulled out from a den of berserk tigers, plugged into a stack of amps ranging in size from sewing-machine case to taller than a man and wider than two (the latter’s MAGNATONE logo legible from the back rows), wielded at the waist by a man whose splayed hair and clawing right hand give him the look of a mad scientist … that is a hurricane. It’s no wonder Neil Young tends to play his most intense guitar solos hunched over with his back to the crowd, his head bowing to the top ridge of the kick drum.