THE day.

My calf hurts, my head hurts, my feet still hurt and my heart hurts a little less than last night.

Songs are stuck in my head and incredible guitar solo's take over my heart every second when I start thinking of something else than yesterday evening. The amount of greatness in just one concert is not normal. It should be illegal to have the talent to make a night for so many people so perfect.

You look forward to something for over a long time, in my case that'll be four years tomorrow, and then it's over in just 2 hours. Two great hours though. Two amazing hours with my hero. Not just him and me but also a great, huge, crowd. I felt it. I felt that we all were there for the same thing. I felt connected to them. And we all went insane when they finally came on stage.. There they were. Four men. Four crazy talented & super nice men. They were the ones we're going to look at for two hours and we were more than alright with that.

Suddenly the Dutch flag appeared and the national Anthem 'Wilhelmus' started. I thought I was gonna die from laughing too hard but I lived on and sang along. So did many other. The grin on Neil's face was absolutely priceless. It all started with Love And Only Love. A song so good it makes me wanna punch a wall because I can't cope with it being so damn good.

Some people were dissapointed when Neil didn't play Ramada Inn as long as expected but I think he sure as hell made it up by making Fuckin Up extra long & funny. It was absolutely hilarious. And as always, Hey Hey, My My, reminded us of why it's such a great song and why it's one of a few a lot of people on this world know. Goosebumps, for the fifth time that night.

The band went off stage because it was 'the end'. Of course everyone kept cheering and yelling. After a little while Neil came back on and started playing Like A Hurricane. I don't remember if the crowd went insane because it felt like I was on another planet. I think they went insane, they must've gone insane. I don't have many words for it because it was so damn good. The ground shook. I felt so alive it almost hurted, yet I felt like I was on another planet, another life. A perfect life where there were awesome people I was surrounded by and there was only good music. I woke up when Like A Hurricane ended. 
On the previous setlist I read that Like A Hurricane was the final song so I got waken up pretty rudely by the thought of that. Neil took off his guitar strap but when someone wanted to take the guitar away he quickly put the strap back on and started to talk to us. I don't remember exactly what he said but he got me all emotional and thinking this was the last time I was going to see him. So I cried. I cried. God I felt lame about crying but I couldn't help it. So.. Roll Another Number came to an end and the guys lined up and waved at us. Ralph Molina started getting tears in his eyes and when I saw that I couldn't help but cry again. Luckily an unexpected smile made me feel a lot better. Although I still felt like I was never gonna see that smile in person again.
There I was, in the car on my way home. Everyone was asking me how it was and I couldn't help but get a little angry because of course it was so amazing. Of course it wasn't a let down. But I get why people ask me that. I'm glad at least a few of them still have interest in me. 
I hope I can see my hero again someday. 

p.s: You're a fuck up.
p.p.s: Neil Young can never die. 

Neil snel doei hop stop

Mijn benen doen pijn, mijn hoofd doet pijn en mijn hart doet pijn. Toch schrijf ik dit omdat jullie allemaal willen weten hoe het was. Geweldig natuurlijk.

Vanaf de eerste seconde tot de laatste was alles perfect. Behalve de wiet-rokende Amerikaan voor me die gewoon zijn jointje op stak tijdens het optreden. Neil is een held, de beste in wat hij ook maar kan. Het klinkt stom en corny maar ik hou van hem. Ik hou van die man. Niet als in fuck me show me ur dick maar als in hij is mijn held, degene die me inspireert en motiveert. Degene die me na laat denken over dingen waar ik nooit over na dacht, degene die mijn mening over dingen kan veranderen en degene waarvan ik ieder woord zou geloven als hij mij toe zou spreken.

Mijn benen doen pijn van het staan en mijn hoofd doet pijn van de lange dag met weinig eten maar mijn hart doet pijn omdat het niet altijd zo perfect kan zijn als vanavond. Ik mag met recht zeggen dat dit (tot nu toe) de beste avond uit mijn leven is. Ik wil niet dat dit de laatste keer was dat ik Neil zou zien. Ik wil niet naar bed. Ik wil niks. Ik wil even helemaal niks. Ik wil huilen van blijdschap maar ook uit angst dat ik mijn grote held misschien nooit meer live zou zien.

Mijn oren suizen en mijn hart gaat tekeer. Enerzijds ben ik de gelukkigste persoon op aarde maar anderzijds doet het pijn dat alles zo in 2 uur en 15 minuten weg is. Alles waar ik naar uit heb gekeken, misschien wel voor de laatste keer. Dit concert is nu al een geweldige herinnering & die zal nog lang in mij voort leven.

Wat betreft nummers vond ik vooral Cinnamon Girl, Fucking Up, Heart Of Gold & Hey Hey, My My heel bijzonder. Neil kortte Ramada Inn in (stop) maar ging bijna dubbel zo lang door met Fucking Up door te roepen "You're a fuck up!". En natuurlijk was daar de enige echte geweldige encore die iedereen harder liet schreeuwen en raarder deed dansen; Like A Hurricane. Toen die over was, kwam iemand Neil zijn gitaar weg halen.. Maar nope... Neil gooide de strap weer om en sprak ons toe. Op dat moment kon ik mijn tranen niet meer inhouden. Zo stom. Toen zette hij Roll Another Number in.. Nog geen vijf minuten later namen we afscheid. 

Hij heeft naar me gelachen en me opgemerkt. "Natuurlijk, dat doet hij bij velen". Nou en, nou en. Het voelde speciaal voor mij. Toen hij zonder woorden vroeg of iedereen wilde juichen kon ik dat niet, ik stond aan de grond genageld. Neil had mij net recht in mijn ogen aangekeken en ik deed mijn best om zo niet-scheel mogelijk terug te kijken.

Mijn schoenen plakken, mijn tas ruikt naar het bier maar wat ben ik een onwijs mooie herinnering rijker. Oja, laten we mijn mooie nieuwe t-shirt niet vergeten. 

stop it

In Holland it's the 5th of June so guess what that means

I AM SEEING NEIL YOUNG TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's so awesome I can hardly behave and have to stop myself from crying. I'm so excited and I'm watching all these youtube videos that make me emotional because they make me realize what a good man he is, time & time again. It really bothers me no one here (except for my fam & 1 friend) understands how important this is for me and how much he means to me. I want to tell things about him and I want them to listen BUT NOPE no one cares. It's really frustrating 'cause I WANT TO YELL HOW EXCITED I AM AND HOW GREAT HE IS BUT NO ONE IS LISTENING

EXCEPT
FOR
THE
INTERNETS

thank you mr. internet for making internet I just forgot your name and I don't wanna google it right now.

I wanted to go to bed early so it'd be wednesday earlier but in stead I decided to youtube Neil Young vids all evening....... My dad & I are leaving early tomorrow because we need to be front row no matter what. He means the world to us and I'm really glad I have my dad to share all my happiness with.

I'M REALLY EXCITED I BET I DIDN'T TELL YOU THAT YET
I BET YOU DIDN'T NOTICE THAT
I'M VERY SORRY



NOPE
I'M NOT
GOODBYE
FOR NOW