Thursday, February 18, 2021
David Crosby is probably the most irritating member of Crosby, Stills & Nash (we can leave Neil out of it for the moment). That said, If I Could Only Remember My Name, for all of its hippie wistfulness, is an album that never fails to sooth when called upon to do so, and that's no small thing. I resist nostalgia but I can't listen to it without connecting to the person that loved it when it was new, and that is a pretty great artistic achievement.
// posted by Bill @ 10:47 AM 
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