If you go to a concert misnamed "Neil Young and Crazy Horse" expect to hear every last cut from this dreary, banal, droning and relentlessly painful exercise in self-indulgence.The only reason most (former) fans stayed at Radio City last night was the forlorn hope of hearing two or three songs from Neil's creative past. Fat chance. Concert goers streamed out the door when it became clear that Neil was determined to inflict every last measure of pain possible on his audience. If, when the lights went on after the encore, the theatre was 1/3 full, I would be amazed. Caveat emptor!