Neil Young’s song meant a great deal to me when I was a kid, listening to FM AOR and trying to escape into the magical, and seemingly “adult,” world contained in the songs. “Hey Hey, My My”‘s plaintive beauty, transformed into a gorgeous molten mess on the Live Rust album, seemed to tell me something about my own life, or at least my future. I always felt headed dangerously out of the blue and into the black. I now realize that one of the lines in my new book of poetry, All of You on the Good Earth, probably derived from some deep memory of those lines from Young’s dirge. My poem “City-Scape Gentlemen’s Club, Queens” ends with the couplet “He should go. The others fade off. They’re through. / A downy black reaches through light to blue.” I’m pleased that The Chromatics have done such a caring and persuasive cover of the classic song. Give it a listen, and share!