Bow Down and Worship, Beaver Cleaver

Let's face it, as we baby boomers age and rage on,we can't help but look for any and all evidence concerning both the vitality and potency of the Over-50 club. Pop cult figures and artists and writers who seem to still be in game shape take on a new transferential significance. Hey ma, look what he's doin', top of the world, in my mind's eye I'm right up there on top of that exploding tank with 'em, still sharp as hell, fueled with defiance, and poetically coherent. So right, you guessed it, I too worship at the alter of the Gnarly King,aka Neil Young, whose newest tidbit manages to make you laugh and clench your fist simultaneously, who somehow embraces the new DIY technology by thrusting his middle finger at it, who still rocks in gutbucket style and rants with pointed virulence, who is still, despite his age (thank-yer-stars), having a spanking good time rocking in the free world.