Now, believe me, THIS is happening (for real) on a rainy night in 1972. Some record stores seemed to have open all night long in that era. On one side, this is gritty realism, bathed in pale colours, on the other side, it is an example of magic timing. Just think, you‘re walking into that store by yourself, you see Joni Mitchell‘s „Clouds“, you see the new album by psychedelic matadors of Quicksilver Messenger Service, and you realize that guy besides you is Neil Young, bloody young Neil Young. The guy behind the counter makes a decent job – kudos. Neil is a bit pissed off finding a bootleg, and takes it out. And that‘s not the end of the story. It belongs to the little magic factor X of this historic footage that, at some point, the employee puts on the right record, let’s say for (unconsciously) soundtracking Neil‘s detective work. „Your mother should know“ – brilliant. Didn‘t it ever appear to you that every minor everyday blues that is not really brimming with potential can turn into a touch of „Strawberry Fields“?! Jim Jarmusch could have made a shining indie movie out of this small scene.