Neil Young wrote it, even recorded it, and though he brands his songs like a rancher, I never saw his mark on Nicolette Larson's version. Even now, the knowledge absorbed, I can only think of Larson. Not because hers is the more popular version, but Larson's is the better voice for this poem. It's that symbiotic relationship between the lyrics and the singing that elevate this song into that lofty ether of music that could dispel the evil and ennui that has drawn the apocalypse towards humanity for ages.
This is the song for the battlefield and the churches. Her voice is a combination of the Wild West and New York City. I think when you hear "Lotta Love" you fall in love with Larson as deeply as you do with the song. Any civilization that breeds such a creature must devise a way to thwart its own demise. So, let's feedback the sound of our species! "Lotta Love" could give warlords pause, and cast doubt on the deadly designs of dictators.
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