Day 9 (March 28): Neil Young - Heart of Gold

Classic Album: Neil Young - Harvest
As much as I promised myself this blog would be the lowest stakes possible on a creative level, it is somewhat hard to take things entirely non-seriously. I rationally know that heavenly inspiration in the form of song will not strike particularly often, but I weirdly find myself disappointed every time I don't feel like I have been whispered to and must impart that song to others on this blog.

Sometimes, or, realistically, quite often, it is easy to feel entirely drained of that inspiration. Sometimes it is enough just to rifle through the cupboards of the brain, offer whatever's covered in the least dust and ask "will this do?". Okay, I'm speaking generally. I will make it more specific, and honest: today, I am entirely drained of inspiration.

Like everybody, I am torn at the moment between the impulse to do everything that I have ever held back on, and the impulse to curl up beneath my weighted blanket and listen to the same five songs over and over. Today is a weighted blanket kind of day, and therefore today's song is a weighted blanket kind of song.

And for me, there's nothing more weighted blanket than Neil Young, whose songs I needed to listen to for a period as a kid to ward off imaginary burglars or something. Within that, there's the album Harvest, and within that, there's 'Heart of Gold'. It's like some kind of terrifying epicentre of comfort. Comfort within comfort. Comfort-ception.

You can really tell how low the inspiration is running today.

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