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Ok so Pegi Young’s married to the slightly more famous Neil and she’s supporting him all around the country on tour, but that doesn’t mean we should have to endure her boringly melodic guff.
It’s perfectly passable in a, ‘I don’t much like music, I just need something on in the background’ kind of way, but who would really settle for that? Even after playing it for the fourth or fifth time you’ll still barely be able to recognise any of it, Oh, its dull, dulldedulldedulldull.
Presumably once upon a time Neil Young was a bit of a player and had his fair choice of girls but he certainly didn’t pick Pegi for her music. Maybe she’s got big tits. Yeah, that’ll be it.