This is a stressful thing for me. Putting so much effort into a single release is exhilarating, exhausting, excruciating, you get the idea. My emotions go up and down like a roller coaster. Then, when the thing that I have poured blood, sweat, and tears into is finished, there is a major come-down for me. I begin second guessing everything. Is this even good? Am I able to do better than this? Will people like it? Are Neil Young fanatics going to start a petition to have me drawn and quartered for covering such a sacred song? Obviously, some of these questions are subjective, but I do internalize this stuff way too much. You see, being an artist that has procrastinated most of the last decade away musically is an interesting thing to be. I long so much to be Mr. Prolific, and drop new songs on people so frequently and of such quality that they have to take notice. In reality, however, this is a highly unlikely ask. I am a father. I am a husband. I am a band mate. These are all very high on the priority list, and even though my wife practically forces me to work on this stuff, I still am drawn by a lot of other priorities. And you know what, I think it's fine. All I can really do is my best. And this is my best. At this time. There is a common adage in the music industry that a mix is never finished, it is abandoned. I very much think that applies in this case, but I can rest my head at night knowing full well that I gave this thing my all. And to be honest, this is nothing but an homage to the incomparable Neil Young. Harvest has changed me. I'm sure that Neil still gets an interesting kick out of playing this song knowing that now, possibly, some young man is looking at him and singing these words to him, rather than him singing to that rancher back in the 70's.
