David Gambacorta | Longreads | March 2021 | 15 minutes (4,190 words)
They needed a song, but not just any song. It had to be a throat-clearing, lapel-grabbing, hey-what's-that-sound number that could open what was shaping up to be one of the most anticipated albums of 1970: the debut of the super group to end all super groups, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young. "We don't have that song where you know that a listener will not take that needle off the record," Graham Nash told Stephen Stills sometime in the fall of 1969, after they'd already labored for countless hours in a recording studio in San Francisco. "We need that song where we've got them from the very beginning."
Nash, a skinny, shaggy former member of the British group The Hollies, and Stills, a soulful, straw-haired survivor of Buffalo Springfield, knew plenty about grabbing listeners by the ear. A year earlier, they'd discovered — at Joni Mitchell's house in California, maybe, or Cass Elliot's, no one's quite sure — that they could create heavenly harmonies with David Crosby, the ex-Byrds singer who wore a droopy mustache, and the amused grin of a man who was in on some cosmic joke. They released an album, Crosby, Stills & Nash, that was filled with instant classics like the soaring "Suite: Judy Blue Eyes." Then, at the urging of Ahmet Ertegun, the owlish Atlantic Records honcho, the trio turned themselves into a quartet, adding — with some reluctance — Neil Young's reedy voice, barbed-wire guitar playing, and unpredictability to the mix. After the four of them played in front of 400,000 swaying, stoned people at Woodstock, their own concerts started to take on the feel of what Rolling Stone described as "mini-Woodstocks" that unleashed "effortless good vibes."
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