Neil Young is the Abe Lincoln of grunge.
Is he really grunge though? Here's the proof. Flannel!.
With his pianist from the Chrome Hearts:
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One year, we got a real Christmas tree. We had a blast driving around the tree farm, bouncing from the ruts because I couldn't slow down so, I would have enough speed to not get stuck in the next mud bog.
My wife called the tree we picked out, the double stumper. I had to cut alot off the sides of the bottom to get it into the tree stand. Also, I learned they look so much smaller outside. It was also way too tall.
In 3rd or, 4th grade, I did a book report on a biography, "geared to elementary school students" on Abe Lincoln. The only thing I remember to this very day was young Abe and his brother fucking with their Mom. One of them puts his shoes in the ashes from the fireplace. They stand back to back and lock arms, one bends over so, they could put footprints on the ceiling. She just couldn't figure out how they did it.
You ever see a dog dragging it's ass on the grass? Until we finally painted the ceiling over the sap stains from the tree that was too big, I would imagine my sons, locking arms...