my dad got me a ticket to go see Buffalo Springfield with him for my 17th birthday. it was an amazing experience. literally, 10 minutes after i got dropped off from san fransisco, i was rushed to the show. coming off of the bus from haight & ashbury being dropped back off in to haight & ashbury. besides the pot smokin' hippies [to each his own] it was amazin'. my dad came over to the states from canada by finger when he was 17. no ipods back then, he said that he sung his way to the states with his man neil young. my dad was obsessed with him. as a fellow canadian, he spent the money that he didnt have on all of his records, and buffalo springs. just sitting their, in the 6th row at that!, with my dad starrin' up at young was awesome. really, i felt kind of emotional, even though its not like it was the first time my dad has seen him. actually, before the show that day, my dad went to go pick up the tickets at the box office, but the lot was closed so he parked and walked in around the back. when he came around the corner, he saw this old cadillac pull up, with a cowboy hatted driver. it was neil. my dad hollored a big ol' "Neil!", young looked over at him and gave him a nod straight out of a john wayne movie. followed by what my dad said was the neatest tour bus he'd ever seen.
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