“I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream”

“Once I thought I saw youin a crowded hazy bar,Dancing on the lightfrom star to star.Far across the moonbeamI know that's who you are,I saw your brown eyesturning once to fire.You are like a hurricaneThere's calm in your eye.And I'm gettin' blown awayTo somewhere saferwhere the feeling stays.I want to love you butI'm getting blown away.I am just a dreamer,but you are just a dream,You could have beenanyone to me.Before that momentyou touched my lipsThat perfect feelingwhen time just slipsAway between uson our foggy trip.You are like a hurricaneThere's calm in your eye.And I'm gettin' blown awayTo somewhere saferwhere the feeling stays.I want to love you butI'm getting blown away.You are just a dreamer,and I am just a dream.You could have beenanyone to me.Before that momentyou touched my lipsThat perfect feelingwhen time just slipsAway between uson our foggy trip.You are like a hurricaneThere's calm in your eye.And I'm gettin' blown awayTo somewhere saferwhere the feeling stays.I want to love you butI'm getting blown away.The song was written in July 1975 after Young had just undergone an operation on his vocal chords after a cocaine-fueled night with friend. "We were all really high, fucked up. Been out partying. Wrote it sitting up at Vista Point on Skyline. Supposed to be the highest point in San Mateo County, which was appropriate. I wrote it when I couldn't sing. I was on voice rest. It was nuts - I was whistling it.I wrote a lot of songs when I couldn't talk.”

“The interstate seems to stretch for miles in a straight line as the fields and farms give way to a more barren landscape. "Loneliness has been good to me' is playing on my personal radio where I hear songs before I write them, and I wonder if this is just another mirage I will forget or if this will become a real song. It has been a long time since I've written a song, and the visits from the muse seem to be lessened by something. I still keep my faith that the muse knows best and whn I am ready the inspiration will be there. I am trying not to look too ready. I know that just invites false promise.”

“My archive project is a multiedged sword. It is something I love doing, but it raises some questions about my motives in doing it. A writer accused me of building my archives just to further my own legend, whatever that is. I hope you don't believe that. What a shallow existence that would be! I remember reading that article saying that about me. It pissed me off. It's my life, and I am a collector. I collect everything: cars, trains, manuscripts, photographs, tape recordings, records, memories and clothes, to name a few. The fact that I want to create a chronological history of my recordings and supporting work is proof positive that I am an incurable collector, confronted with an amazingly detailed array of creations that I have painstakingly rat-holed over the years.”

“If you follow every dream, you might get lost.”

“Pegi just recorded "I Don't Want to Talk About," written by Danny Whitten, the original Crazy Horse guitar player and singer who's all over Early Daze, an album of songs from the beginning of Crazy Horse that I have been working on compiling recently. Danny was every bit the artist I am, but he died of a heroin OD in the early seventies. Every time I hear Pegi sing that song, it makes me tremendously sad. She sings it so beautifully, phrasing it to break my heart. She does it justice. You can see I have some unfinished business with Danny.”

“I have so many opinions about everything it just comes out during my music. It's a battle for me. I try not to be preachy. That's a real danger.”