Thanks for this. (“I love your work,” too, even though I’ve just found it in the last ten minutes.) I was listening to a track from David Crosby’s “If I Could Only Remember My Name” a couple of nights back, and, reading personnel, realized that me and Billy Kreutzmann were the only two left alive. I cried.
Thanks for this. (“I love your work,” too, even though I’ve just found it in the last ten minutes.) I was listening to a track from David Crosby’s “If I Could Only Remember My Name” a couple of nights back, and, reading personnel, realized that me and Billy Kreutzmann were the only two left alive. I cried.