This album is like when youâre in the park on a summer day, a bit stoned, and everything seems to be pretty hazy. No oneâs really following a conversation per se, and no one knows how long youâve been sitting there for.
One of four highly anticipated solo records from the Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young boys, released in I think â71. I dont know enough about CSNY to compare and contrast (except that I know Neil Young was never interested much in this kind of la-la-laâing on his solo efforts).
I like this record because itâs like insight into the mind of the last living Hippie, the true Hippie- snapshots and reel to reels from the end of the Love Decade. It sorta feels like Crosbyâs standing there in the rain wondering what happened to everyone, when was it hip to get paranoid? Maybe we were lost in a flower dream the whole time!
This is seriously easy listening- and I disagree with Lester Bangs who called it âthe perfect aural aid to digestionâ- this is music to wander around to, to contemplate some things to, or just to zone out to.