This album is like when you’re in the park on a summer day, a bit stoned, and everything seems to be pretty hazy. No one’s really following a conversation per se, and no one knows how long you’ve been sitting there for.
One of four highly anticipated solo records from the Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young boys, released in I think ‘71. 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-la’ing on his solo efforts).
I like this record because it’s 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 Crosby’s 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 “the perfect aural aid to digestion”- this is music to wander around to, to contemplate some things to, or just to zone out to.
