(No, that is not a picture of me.) When I was a senior in high school and was working a couple of jobs, I started my now-voluminous record collection. The first two albums I bought at Glendale Mall in Indianapolis were Abbey Road by the Beatles and Crosby, Stills & Nash's first album, both albums that I listen still listen to. I have read two books about CS&N and CSN&Young, finding that the four of them were narcissists, with Crosby definitely leading the way of their bad behavior. Still, I have learned to separate the art from the artist and have loved his music. His co-writing of Southern Cross is one of the most emotional songs to me. I saw CS&N preform the song in Moline, and it gave me chills and still does just thinking about it. This documentary acknowledges both parts of his humanity: his genius as a musician and his accepting responsibility to the pain he caused to the women and co-performers he was involved with. I know there is a lot of pain still out there about him, and I hope his death has allayed some of that pain. He even acknowledged there is no rational way to explain his 8o-plus-year life span. Still, from a fan point of view, I am deeply grateful for the music he produced. I still believe most of the album accurately name "If Only I Could Remember My Name" is in my top ten of albums I own.
