Album no. 206/1001
Guess what somebody else is trying to cash in on Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. Guess what IT ISN’T VERY GOOD.
This album did ok on release, but was more regarded as a cult classic. I don’t know who by, there must have been a cult worshipping mediocrity in 1971. Our mate Cherry Garcia from The Grateful Dead helped to arrange and produce this, which goes some way to explaining how boring it is. Neil Young and Joni Mitchell are on it as well though, which makes zero sense.
Have you listened to this album before?
NK: Definitely not.
CL: No, but all I can think of when I read that is America’s ‘Horse With No Name’. There’s literally no connection there aside from a handful of similar words.
NK: Ok so this is not a standout track in the traditional sense, but ‘Song With No Words (Tree With No Leaves)’ strikes me as exactly the sort of shit that makes this album unbearable. It’s about six minutes long and nothing happens, it’s not even an instrumental jam, it’s just him singing ‘dee dee dee dah’ instead of actual words. What a joke.
CL: Yeah that’s a shocker. All of the songs on here really do just meander to nowhere. I reeeeeeally struggled to find anything that stood out. I didn’t know any of the songs – which is weird for someone who was supposedly so big?
When would be the best time to listen to this?
NK: Don’t listen to this. Listen to After The Gold Rush instead of this. Listen to it twice, three times. This sucks.
CL: I have to agree with you – and I didn’t even like that album that much. You said this was a cult classic – is that because you have to be in a cult to enjoy it?
Why has this album been included on the list?
NK: GREAT QUESTION.
CL: The people who put this book together were clearly in the aforementioned cult. The Crosby Cult. The Crolt, if you will. Because almost everything he ever did places on this list. 1001 albums really isn’t that much in the big scheme of things – I don’t think it’s fair that David has received so much airtime.
NK: If nothing else this is a warning for the amount of self-indulgence which is going to be coming our way. If David Crosby (who?) can get away with this sort of shit, who knows what else will be coming up in the 70s. As old mate Charlie D said, it was the best of times, it was the David Crosby of times.
Will you be listening again?
NK: Nah mate.
CL: I will not submit to The Crolt!
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