IF I'M BEING HONEST, on a normal week of misery, this guy's obit would be in very small type.
Let's remember, even if you LIKE CSN or CSN&Y, that they were a harmony group. Inanely so. They didn't rock as much as they pussyfooted (if you remember the hippie-dippie-trippie faggy "Marrakesh Express"). Most of their shit didn't even sound like there were drums on 'em at all ("Our House is a very very fine house...")
I guess the reason some lamebrains might feel somber is the reminder that all FOUR are eligible to drop dead: Crosby, Stills, Nash and Mr. Young, who already went through surgery on his brain.
It's death-defying that anyone cares. What was this supergroup's "legacy?" One sappy debut album, and another with the jarring presence of Neil Young? Afer that thre were a few paler attempts at making more albums but with less hit songs on 'em.
This reminds me of all the drips who LOVE the fucking Beach Boys, and actually like all the shitty albums and re-packaged versions of "Pet Sounds" when this group was basically a handful of hit singles and nothing more.
Grown men harmonizing in each others' faces. It's just a touch too BUKKAKE for ME, thanks.
So farewell and goodbye to a guy getting headlines because the only other musical death lately is Ward Swingle. Dallas had a pretty thin resume if CSN/CSNY was the highlight. Christ, that incredible drum solo on "Our House" is so unforgettable. Oh. Right. There wasn't one.
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