The news of David Crosby’s death at 81 reminds me of two pieces I wrote about him in 2019:

  • A review of the documentary “David Crosby: Remember My Name,” which is by no means a white-washing of the man’s life, nor an apology to those he’s wronged. It’s a warts-and-all look at a very flawed man who happened to have a remarkable voice.
  • review I wrote after seeing him in concert 4 years ago, including one aspect of his career few modern music stars could lay claim to.