Prairie Wind is one of the better Neil Young albums to come along in a good while. It sounds real quiet for the most part, and kind of sad, like Roger Waters on Tuinal and sucking on helium and realising the hippie dream and the American dream were one and the same and realising it was all a Capraesque illusion harbored in a couple of billion minds and being compromised by Madison Avenue suits , reduced to a watered down bill of goods, paler, shallower, harder to grasp, harder to believe, like a cheap magic trick that we allow to fool us again and again, cos reality burns more than the illusion. Older, not wiser, but knowing, still wishing, still hoping, still grasping, perhaps one day turning the dream into the new reality, not for yourself, but maybe for your children or their children.