This album is like when youāre in the park on a summer day, a bit stoned, and everything seems to be pretty hazy. No oneās really following a conversation per se, and no one knows how long youāve been sitting there for.
One of four highly anticipated solo records from the Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young boys, released in I think ā71. 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-laāing on his solo efforts).
I like this record because itās 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 Crosbyās 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 āthe perfect aural aid to digestionā- this is music to wander around to, to contemplate some things to, or just to zone out to.