NEIL YOUNG "HEY, HEY, MY, MY" [INTO THE BLACK] FROM 'RUST NEVER SLEEPS' . . . . MEANWHILE, FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF MY BRAIN AND SOMEWHERE DEEP IN THE WINTER'S DEPTHS IN IOWA, SOMETHING WAS STIRRING . . . . THE KING IS GONE BUT HE'S NOT FORGOTTEN, THAT'S KINDA APPROPRIATE . . . . UNCLE NEIL, WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE . . . . OH, UNLESS YOU'RE A DYED IN THE WOOL SOUTHERN MAN I GUESS.

NOW THAT YOU'VE SHUT DOWN THE DISCO IN THE CORNFIELD YOU CAN GET YOUR ROCKS OFF WITH GOOD OL' UNCLE NEIL . . . . LAUGH OUT LOUD BUDDY, CHEERS.