By the time this blog post is published, I will have seen Neil Young. It’s been all I’ve been able to think about today, to be honest. I’m not usually the kind of person who gets too psyched up before shows, but with the concert only hours away, I find myself filled with childlike giddiness. Maybe I’m so jazzed because this will be my first time seeing him, or because Crazy Horse is on the road for the first time since 2004, or because the set lists for this tour have been looking God damn brilliant—whatever the reason, I simply can’t contain myself. I already warned my fellow showgoers that if Neil breaks out “Cortez the Killer,” I’ll most likely start crying.