Learning of David Crosby’s death the other day, I was blown away at how much it affected me inside. It was surprising.
As much as I loved the Beatles and Mick and the Stones when I was a teenager…I also loved the Byrds and - a few years later - Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young.
This was the soundtrack of my life in high school and college and for most of us I would imagine. Woodstock (no Beatles, no Stones) defined the era and stands at the apex of things in many ways.
Crosby along with Joni Mitchell and Bob Dylan seemed to write the most intelligent lyrics of the time and helped keep us moving toward something better.
A more loving and accepting world ….a bit of hippie altruism but I loved it.
Love songs, trippy songs, protest songs, prescient and transcendent songs voiced with sincerity and heart. They rocked us as well as quieted us and helped us see ourselves in new and beautiful ways.
I simply loved the music and I have many happy memories of time and place and friends and beauty and fun and laughter and love whenever I listen again.
I’m still an altruist. Still a dreamer. Still a lover. And many an experience has carved its image upon my spirit over the years.
I’m still in love with the world. Even through heartache, loss, disappointment and pain which comes to all of us. I’m still a lover of life.
I still believe in peace, love and a better world thanks in many ways to David Crosby, his gift of lyrics and his influence on music. His sense of destiny and his gift of harmony he so freely shared with all of us.
I bow deeply to this troubadour of our times. And I will carry on.
