16 August 2012
They take the stage to a sea of gray, Applause rising in crashing waves. Walk like a giant, storming around, Fuzz and feedback shaking the ground.
So many peers from when he was Young Had death or age silence their tongues, Yet his voice remains as quirky and true For 45 years, out of the blue.
Into the black, with silvered manes, Though so many harvest moons have waned, The night surrenders to roaring guitars. They play like kids, not jaded rock stars.
Invigorating to see and hear With my Cinnamon Girl sitting near. Proof rock and roll will never die, Under majestic Tahoe skies.
Rust Never Sleeps, But Neil Still Rocks • Opuss № I