by Brett Essler
If there is a professional ranking system for Neil Young fandom, I’d place myself just above amateur. I like the Neil records everybody agrees on, but have found things to love on some of the more divisive ones. My interest in his new music since his early-to-mid-’90s run with Crazy Horse has waxed and waned depending on my internal nostalgia index and the relative cringe factor of his musical whims. Despite this merely passing interest in Neilcana, I will often, in the depths of insomnia, lurk on message boards where Neilophiles bemoan a world in which Homegrown remains unissued while Fork in the Road is readily available. Perhaps I like the train wreck more than the music.