2. “[Bruce is still my friend. We don’t talk much.] We don’t have to. He is great and in his own league. [I’m not him and he is not me.] But we are on similar paths, writing and singing our own kind of songs around the world, along with Bob and a few other singer/songwriters. [It is a silent fraternity of sorts, occupying this space in people’s souls with our music.] [Last year, I lost my right-hand man, the pedal steel guitarist Ben Keith. This year Bruce lost his right-hand man, the saxophonist Clarence Clemons.] It’s time for another talk; [friends can help each other just by being there.] Now both of us will look to our right and see a giant hole, a memory, [the past and the future.] [I won’t play with another steel player trying to recreate Ben’s parts, and I know Bruce won’t play with another sax man trying to play Clarence’s.] Those parts are not going to happen again. [They already did. That takes a lot out of our repertoires.]”

—Neil Young, Waging Heavy Peace: A Hippie Dream

Hint: Four parallel structures are present in this passage.