David Crosby died on Thursday aged eighty one. Given the sometimes chaotic nature of his life it could be seen as a miracle he made it to eighty one. That he did so still railing against the world, former bandmates, Donald Trump, slights and injustices, seems all the more admirable- he never gave into old age or mellowed, he carried on being the same wilful and difficult man he was when The Byrds fired him back in 1967 for being wilful and difficult. His talent as a songwriter, singer, player and arranger of harmonies meant that he was usually worth listening to although I'll happily admit there are sections of the Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young back catalogue I've avoided and will probably continue to. But when he was good, he was so very good.
I started listening to The Byrds as a late teenager, aged eighteen in 1988. The Byrds were in the air (lol) back then, their Rickenbacker jangle, fringes, beads and sunglasses and acid/ folk rock chiming with the guitar bands of the day, the Creation bands and The Stone Roses. I started with a cassette, a compilation with all their songs in a random order and then picked up Fifth Dimension and Younger Than Yesterday on vinyl second hand. Crosby's songs were rarely the most obvious, rarely the ones with the shimmering twelve string chords and the perfect 60s verse/ chorus structure. His songs were sometimes in odd tunings or had strange time signatures, dreamlike songs, trippy and hallucinatory.
In photos he often looked like The Byrd out of step, the round face contrasting with the other four's chiselled cheekbones and perfect hair, the only wearing a cape when the others were all in Levi's jackets or three button suit jackets. His parents had tried to get some discipline into him as a young teenager when he was developing a strong anti- authoritarian streak and this seems to have followed him his whole life, a man who followed his own course, often to the detriment of his health and friendships. His 1971 solo album, If I Could Only Remember My Name, was made with an all star backing cast (Neil Young, Graham Nash, Joni Mitchell, some of Jefferson Airplane, Santana, the Grateful Dead) and by rights should be a disaster but is one of those albums that exists on its own terms and in its own world a nine- song, beautifully weird, psychedelic folk masterpiece.
David Crosby, one of a kind. R.I.P.
- Everybody's Been Burned
- I'll Feel A Whole Lot Better
- Long Time Gone
- Music Is Love
- Wild Mountain Thyme
- Ohio
- Orleans
- Guinnevere
- Wooden Ships
- Tamalpais High (At About 3)
6 comments:
Great job Adam. Most of these songs would be on my list if I had to do something like this.
Excellent stuff Adam.A great read and some great music.
This is excellent. Cheers Adam.
Never occurred to me until listening to this mix several times today how much Guinnevere sounds like early Genesis!
Nice tribute Adam. He wasn't someone I paid too much attention to, but there's no denying he was an important part of influential 60s bands.
Phew, glad JC got there first, but I'm pretty ignorant of Crosby's musical output, post-The Byrds and a smattering of CS&N (&Y). This was an enlightening and entertaining half hour that's done the job of encouraging me to check out more. Thanks!
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