L OS ANGELES - Neil Young went on a journey through his past last night. And honestly, even if I had been close enough to snap a shot with my cruddy Blackberry, I wouldn’t have risked it for fear of being tossed.) I didn’t take any pictures at the show because I was at the back. (Note: Aside from the collage at the top of the page - taken from the DVD release dedicated to the event - all the pictures in this piece are stock artist photos.
All in all, it was a pretty good night in L.A. We exchanged pleasantries, and then I moved over to the other side of the room near the soundboard and watched the show, after which I dashed back to my hotel room and wrote the review below. I tried to blend in by hanging around the back, where I suddenly found myself standing next to Beck. After noticing that the lanyard on my press pass was the same colour as the paying guests’ passes, I turned my pass around, waited until a crowd was going in, got in the middle and breezed past security. So I did what any good reporter would do: I snuck in. Naturally, when I got there, that turned out to be a total lie. I asked the Grammy publicists if I would be able to see the show, and they repeatedly assured me that while I couldn’t be in the room, I could watch a closed-circuit feed elsewhere in the building. That year the honouree was Neil Young, so naturally I was supposed to cover that as well. The biggest of them is the annual MusiCares Tribute Concert and gala banquet.
Photo by Shout! Factory Back in 2010, I was in Los Angeles to attend and cover the Grammy Awards, along with all the other sideshows that take place during the week.
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