Oh this is so frikkin’ creepy: I just got through giving a guitar lesson where the guy asked me about “Our House”: Can you play it on guitar? I showed him how, then we talked about Crosby, how, like Keith Richards, it’s amazing he’s still alive. There’s a documentary about him that’s painful to watch because he alienated so many of his friends with his behavior (mostly due to drugs). And he says throughout, “I’m sorry,” and you wonder if his friends can forgive him.
My gawd: my hippie mom had Deja Vu and the CSN record playing all the time when I was a child, and I inherited those records, and I love David Crosby. I’m crying now as I type this.
