David Crosby to appear to be the most jovial and nice face with his funny mustache, n "is nevertheless the man most damaged." DAVID CROSBY: "If I Could Only Remember My Name" 1971
I often dreamed of a life into gold. I often wish to devote my time to writing, music, long walks in the great forests of France and Navarre, to my passion for cars. I wish one day know one day public recognition, one that brings fame and respect, but also fame and fortune. One that gives your words all their value, while they have none when you're wandering poor utters them. I would have liked
dedicated my life that I really loved, to live peacefully with my passions, and do not waste my time nine hours a day scratch paper and bear the bullshit of my subordinates as well as my superiors.
The only thing about my job is its freedom of action, allow me a few moments of rest in this peaceful country where the wind echoes through the trees, playing with the leaves yellow and green of the early autumn.
And then it happens that some people get everything they want and they still plunge into an abyss human terrifying.
David Crosby is one of those brilliant boys, even gifted, and who will get his coveted engineering success. It thus became the author of the most legendary titles psychedelic Byrds, clearing for the next three years the best of American music, and this since 1966. It follows from the 1968 adventure Crosby, Stills and Nash (CSN), which in 1969 became Crosby, Stills, Nash And Young (CSNY). The trio then 
quartet will offer the quintessential California-style rock music. Majestic, ethereal, magical, airy, rich vocal harmonies unmatched, it is also the scene of the most extraordinary games of guitars in the history of Rock, those between Stephen Stills and Neil Young. CSNY offered in two short years existence of a handful of songs as timeless as the Beatles in the same period. They are also become equivalent in the U.S., their music on withdrawal vis-à-vis the delirious psychedelic music making them more timeless than their contemporaries, including Jefferson Airplane, Grateful Dead, Quicksilver Messenger Service. 
Thus, "Wooden Ship", "Guinnevere", "Suite Judy Blue-Eyes," "Southern Man", "Ohio", "Woodstock", or "Carry On" sounds of this movement that is both idealistic and rebellious , seeking the magic of life beyond boundaries of human existence. This mixture
indescribable sex, drugs, alcohol, motorcycles, egos, beaches, desert, politics and music leads yet on the separation of the quartet in indescribable confusion that ultimately served as one man, Neil Young, who had largely to do something else.
But these comrades, life was harder. Each took out his solo CD, starting with the first album of Stills in 1970, almost perfect. Nash followed in 1971, but the man was not tortured enough to be interesting enough. remained the last protagonist tough duty, and it was David Crosby. To say that this disc was recorded in pain is a very weak word. It is classified in the same category of what I call the sick albums, along with "The End Of The Game" by Peter Green in 1971, "Mick Taylor Mick Taylor in 1979, and" Ceremony "by Spooky Tooth in 1969.
David Crosby to appear to be the most jovial and nice face with his funny mustache, is no less the man most damaged.
His separation from the Byrds was the first wound, the man finding himself throwing his own band by Roger and Gene Clark MacGuinn after writing the most beautiful songs like "Eight Miles High." He also resume the song "Hey Joe" by Joe South for its group, a version that influenced a young black amateur guitarist of the Byrds and good American song (who said Dylan?): Jimi Hendrix. His appalling character of LSD soaked killed any hope of compromise, and the son of filmmaker took his bag. He formed the trio then Crosby, Stills and Nash, and their first album in 1969 was a terrifying success. So terrifying was the death of mate Crosby in a car accident while returning from the clinic for an ultrasound of their child.
This shock is undoubtedly the starting point an inexorable decline, but also the most fantastic musical translation of melancholy.
"Guinnevere" and was his tribute to his wife disappeared, and his desire for the ideal of political and personal ends by giving mix of songs both poignant and terribly powerful. "Wooden Ship", "Almost Cut My Hair" sprinkles his list of great rock songs in history. CSNY was thus the vehicle and catalyst for this talent, but his grave. Thus, the dissolution of the quartet, which he was responsible for both its stunning use of drugs, and the victim's disappearance support energy that CSNY was, was the beginning of a long lapse personal then that man is superstar, reaching the loot to each disk or collaboration.
Also, in these last days of 1970 on the ashes of the quartet of gold, Crosby decided to record some songs. You say that man is in ruins is very little. Despite the lysergic mist and this deep melancholy that haunts him, preventing him from enjoying the true value of the artistic recognition it elicits, it is perfectly lucid. It is lucid that the hippie ideals, which were the scene of his political beliefs deepest, most were. Death at Altamont in December 1969 because of those brats who did not understand English finally nothing psychedelia, that is to say, the Rolling Stones, the beautiful dream of a peaceful society and young, master of his fate, was calcined in the blood and horror. The stab received by the young black audience that is received by the hippies, and the tear of the Civil Guard, pacifism is mutated into resignation and muted anger.
In 1970, the heroes of America are those from the hairy young English blues, drunk with violence and sex, making snorting the vast continent in more bitter smell, those of the Vietnam War, these car factories in social conflict and the Cold War, which makes the air breathable. Whisky, acids, bad girls, and muscle cars, that's the American dream of youth disorder. And resonates in stages Led Zeppelin, The Who, Black Sabbath, Rolling Stones, Jethro Tull or. 
David Crosby brings his friends in San Francisco hippies Wally Heider Studios. Phil Lesh, Jerry Garcia, Bill Kreutzmann of the Grateful Dead, Jorma Kaukonen, Jack Casady, Paul Kantner and Grace Slick of Jefferson Airplane come to play alongside Michael and Greg Rollie Schriever Santana and Neil Young, Graham Nash, Stephen Stills and Joni Mitchell. What looks like an All-Stars album that showcases the great improvisational acid and its calibrated Californian hippie will quickly turn to the general hysteria. For David Crosby is not there to laugh. The four or five bits of songs are terrifying, lunar. Crosby leads and all these people cocaine and reckless in its turmoil. The result is this wonderful disc, mineral.
mineral because it goes to basics with a few carefully chosen arrangements. Cancer, arid, they do not release the joy of living, but introspection. Yet one might wonder, reading the title of the first song. "Music Is Love." Are there more like hippie title? The twelve-string Crosby intertwined with the six-string Young voices swirl, and Crosby, his voice deep and melodious hymn implores as a preacher. The harmonies are superb, but the agreements seem to crumble in the dust gradually. A bitter taste emerges gradually, as if this profession of faith became a front to express discomfort. 
This unease is that of "Cowboy Movie". An agreement arid, dry, bouncing on a big roaring bass, and some rustling cymbals. The tempo is thick and pasty. Eight minutes of cowboy films. Or rather the guy wandering alone in the wilderness of the soul. What emerges from this challenging track, a feeling of loneliness fatal. This is the story of the breakup of CSNY quartet, conflicts of egos, the low blows. All with the help of all stakeholders. The small instrumental "Tamalpais High" is a kind of small Jazz-Rock Californian in appearance slightly, but the dissonance seems to echo the general malaise.
"Laughing" is again a sort of psychedelic song. But it is incredibly dry. Consisting of acoustic guitars, steel guitar-distant cymbal Light and angelic vocal harmonies, it merely refers to the image rights alone on this rock of granite, only the moor facing his destiny. Or is it the Mojave Desert, but never mind, solitude is the key word, dismal, sneaky. This piece is in any case the top of the wheel, majestic, moving. But the worst is yet to come: a face completely instrumental, without words, leaving only vehicle for the soul as the notes. The experience is frightening. Like looking in a person who speaks to you more. The malaise is unfathomable, these titles are "What Are Their Names," "Traction In The Rain "Or" Song With No Words ". The experience is terrifying. It is a mix of CSNY, and chants deadly sick. Under the apparent relaxation, the apparent calm hides a terrifying feeling of depression.
At the end of the disk, still struck by the muted violence that reigns throughout this disc. This is probably the album that finally buried the first generation Californian rock, one full of hope and freedom of CSNY, but also that of Jefferson Airplane, Neil Young And Crazy Horse, Hot Tuna, Grateful Dead, Quicksilver Messenger or service. The second, the Eagles will or Fleetwood Mac. That of coke, the decline into the straws. One in which David Crosby is in short. But more than his own downward spiral, it is that our lives lurking here, like a soundtrack of daily drama. 
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