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Young's 1972 album, Harvest, was one of his biggest, earliest solo hits, featuring the No. 1 song Heart of Gold. In 1979, working with the band Crazy Horse, Young released Live Rust, a commanding concert album that's among the finest ever made. Since then he has drifted through many styles, from the cold, synthesizer-laden Trans (1982) through the bland blues-bar rock of This Note's for You (1988) to the sublime country pop of Harvest Moon (1992). His songs are at once rawly personal and poetically empathetic. He never follows trends, only his gut. "I just...
However, Johnny manually fertilized some of his females, a statement which would be disturbing in a different context. "If you just harvest females, you have no seeds for later," he says. Using his finger, he took pollen from the males and put it on some of the females so he'll be able to spawn another crop from the current...
What is evident is that both men live luxuriously by Kurdish standards, with foreign cars and cushy mountain retreats. Most Kurds, while not starving, barely eke out a living with the help of relief supplies from the U.N. and Turkish Red Crescent. This year's harvest has been good, but prices have skyrocketed because of the factional fighting. Children maimed by terrorist bombs, which each party accuses the other of planting, lie with gangrenous limbs in hospitals where there is little medicine or equipment to treat them...
...full stomach began to growl embarrassingly when I saw the rice-stuffed grape leaves, quiche, tabouli and curried chicken salad--Eureka!--gourmet food (at least compared to those cardboard, so-called Harvest Burgers we eat in the dining halls). I encountered cheese heaven, full of cheeses with names that sounded like people (Sao Miguel) and places (Double Gloucester). Even the names I couldn't pronounce, like Krinos Kefalograviera, sounded better than cottage cheese. My eyes widened when I saw the sandwich bar and the make-your-own salad bar. Oh, freshly squeezed juices and fresh fruits: Asian pears! Starfruit! Organic...
...shove them up her nostrils. She says she likes the smell of martini-soaked olives. I tell her it's humiliating, but she's addicted. Now I'm a mortified co-dependent and she's a shameless spectacle. The insanity must stop, but how? Hiding my head at the Harvest...