12 Nov 07 - 11:48 AM (#2192001)
Subject: RE: BS: Happy Birthday Neal Young
From: Lonesome EJ
Neil Young goes Fishing
The grizzled guide held a kitchen match to his pipe, pausing his story for a moment while he stoked the flame."Yep, was about 4 years ago. I was overhauling a 12 horse Evinrude by the dock when a sort of School Bus pulls up, all painted paisley . Out gets a guy in a suit n tie tells me he's Neil Young's agent, and Mr Young is extremely stressed from his tour and wants to unwind by doing some bass fishing. So do I have three or four boats for Mr Young and his entourage?
Now while he's telling me this, about eight hippies get down out of the bus and are standing in a circle kicking a little cloth ball in the air and passing a cigarette around. I says to the agent, I've got two boats but one's minus the motor as he could see. Bottom line is I end up taking this Neil Young feller out, just me n him in the boat. We get to the hot spot where the small-mouths are biting, and this guy starts to sing some song about how he needs a Maid. I say, yeah I could use one too because the bathroom hasn't been cleaned in three years, but he better quit singing for now because it will drive the fish down too deep.
I'm not sure but I don't think this feller had ever fished before. It took him almost 10 minutes to get his lure on, and when he did he hooked me in the ass on his back-cast. I think his confusion was due to the odd-smelling cigarettes he kept chain-smoking. When he finally got a line in the water I breathed a sigh of relief, but he starts yammering about it's an umbilical connection between him and mother earth, and that the miracle of the fish is the result of a holy union with Father Sky, and on and on belaboring the metaphor and adding on to it, when he suddenly gets a bite! Well, I shout alright! or something like that and look over at him and he's standing up reeling in the fish ! "Don't do that!" I said, but too late- the line breaks and the feller topples over backwards into the lake.
He had apparently smoked too many cigarettes to climb back into the boat, so I had to tie a rope to the cleat and haul him in. Now some folks say this Neil Young feller is a genius and a great songwriter and so on, but I'll tell you this: He ain't no fisherman.
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