Neil Young in Buffalo Springfield, 1967, by Henry Diltz

I walk in. My husband is sitting at his desk. “Hi,” I say. “Hi,” he says back. “What are you doing?” “I’m writing a song.”

https://www.youtube.com/embed/1LTiKJlB62g Back in the old folky daysThe air was magic when we playedThe riverboat was rockin' in the rainMidnight was the time for the raidOh, Isabela, proud IsabelaThey tore you down and plowed you underYou're only real with your make-up onHow could I see you and stay too long?All along the Navajo TrailBurn-outs stub their…

Neil Young

Aliens land. They've traveled from some distant planet with a specific mission: to find out what this 'rock and roll' stuff is all about. Through some curious coincidence, they find you. "What is rock and roll?" they demand, rayguns drawn. You begin to sweat. Still, there is really only one question you need to ask

What a treat to be able to announce Joel Bernstein's first UK exhibition of work from his Neil Young archives.

Neil Young

Mr. Legs!