Fred Flintstone used to eat Brontosaurus Burgers and I often wondered if the taste resembled the Buffalo Burgers one might eat at a county fair. County fairs are an oddity themselves. Maybe 'Buffalo Burgers' is code for porcupine / raccoon / roadkill burgers and thus as mythological as Brontosaurs Burgers. Not sure about that tho since I've never eaten one. Not many buffalos left in wild America today. At one time there were an estimated 30-50 million of those things roaming... 'where the buffalo roam,' ya know? Us Europeans took all of that dusty buffalo-roaming area and turned them into Springfields. That's right, today 34 states have communities called 'Springfield'. Hmmm... that brings me to a thought. I've never researched it, but I'm thinking Dusty and Buffalo must be related , right? Anyhow, I'm betting that this band was assembled to commemorate the death of the Buffalo and Neil Young's voice was brought in to play the part of a poor buffalo breathing its last breath. Nice job, Neil. Like a dying buffalo, I was a little disappointed by this album, but maybe that's the point. Unlike Buffalos, the musicians in the band went on to make more music. This may have just been a launching point. I enjoyed the beginning and ending on Expecting to Fly. Mr. Soul wasn't bad, Hung Upside Down wasn't too bad either but there's too much jamming and the harmonizing on Rock & Roll Women was a turn off. Individually, there are some great elements to this album, but when added together it comes up short.