If I could remember David Crosby for just one thing then it would be for this solo album from '71 that is so of its time that I feel almost obliged to listen to it cross legged on Malibu Beach around a camp fire bitching about Nixon and Vietnam. The whole thing is a sprawling buddyfest with the likes of Joni Mitchell, Carlos Santana, Neil Young, Grace Slick, Jerry Garcia and Graham Nash involved. However, unlike other supergroup monstrosities of the era, this is very much Crosby's show as he leads from the front on the spectacular 'Cowboy Movie' which jams its way from the late '60's into the early '70's in less than 8 minutes. The rest of the album is shambolicly majestic, its flaws camouflaged by Crosby's wonderful voice and the whole joyousness of the ensemble's performance.
24 Nov 2013
40. David Crosby - If I could only remember my name... (1971)
Forget The Byrds. Forget driving down the LA freeway with a gun in your lap and enough drugs in the glove compartment to fuel a 1990's professional cycling team for a whole season. Forget the setbacks and the comebacks.
If I could remember David Crosby for just one thing then it would be for this solo album from '71 that is so of its time that I feel almost obliged to listen to it cross legged on Malibu Beach around a camp fire bitching about Nixon and Vietnam. The whole thing is a sprawling buddyfest with the likes of Joni Mitchell, Carlos Santana, Neil Young, Grace Slick, Jerry Garcia and Graham Nash involved. However, unlike other supergroup monstrosities of the era, this is very much Crosby's show as he leads from the front on the spectacular 'Cowboy Movie' which jams its way from the late '60's into the early '70's in less than 8 minutes. The rest of the album is shambolicly majestic, its flaws camouflaged by Crosby's wonderful voice and the whole joyousness of the ensemble's performance.
If I could remember David Crosby for just one thing then it would be for this solo album from '71 that is so of its time that I feel almost obliged to listen to it cross legged on Malibu Beach around a camp fire bitching about Nixon and Vietnam. The whole thing is a sprawling buddyfest with the likes of Joni Mitchell, Carlos Santana, Neil Young, Grace Slick, Jerry Garcia and Graham Nash involved. However, unlike other supergroup monstrosities of the era, this is very much Crosby's show as he leads from the front on the spectacular 'Cowboy Movie' which jams its way from the late '60's into the early '70's in less than 8 minutes. The rest of the album is shambolicly majestic, its flaws camouflaged by Crosby's wonderful voice and the whole joyousness of the ensemble's performance.
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