It was about something larger and deeper, a sense of hope that my generation, which came of age in the late 1960s and 70s, had once clung to fiercely but had gradually begun to relinquish as we grew older.
“Somewhere between heaven and hell, a soul knows where it’s been. I want to feel my spirit lifted up and catch my breath again,” Crosby and Nash I also know that one day, not terribly long from now, all of those extraordinary songwriters and singers will be gone too. Yet somehow, despite his private battles and public estrangements, the passing of Crosby, who was 81, feels to me like the death of harmony in a new age of rage.
Although I bought and memorized every one of their albums, the only time I heard the group sing in person was about 10 years ago. It was a summer reunion concert at Wolf Trap. Stills was stout and hoarse but still nimble on the guitar. Crosby was warm and smiling, having survived multiple journeys to hell and back and written several songs about it. His voice blended in as naturally as ever that night, even after years of quarrels and silence.
Sad…doesn’t anyone at WaPo fact check anymore? Our House was written and sung by Graham Nash.. NOT David Crosby!!
when you see the Southern Cross for the first time you understand now why you came this way 'cause the truth you might be running from is so small butit's as big as the promise the promise of a coming day
R.i.p
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ICyMI: Crosby/Nash 1970 BBC concert...........
Wow, you're easily soothed.