If that guy didn't choke to death on his own vomit I don't even know how to make sense of this world.
He was a prime example of the highs and lows of the Laurel Canyon late 60s/early 70s lifestyle (with many of the lows coming years later, of course). By all accounts he wasn't a great human being in many ways, either. But he was there at the beginning of folk rock with The Byrds, and was a fundamental part of the gorgeous harmonies of CSN/CSNY (people nowadays don't realize now just how massively important CSN/CSNY, together and separately, were in the music industry from 1969-1976). I saw him in concert about a half dozen times as part of CSN, CSNY, and Crosby/Nash (the 4 1/2+ hour CSNY concert at Roosevelt Raceway on September 8, 1974 [https://www.nytimes.com/1974/09/09/archives/80000-jam-roosevelt-track-for-summer-rock-finale.html, https://www.setlist.fm/setlist/cros...4/roosevelt-raceway-westbury-ny-6bd65e4a.html], with Jesse Colin Young, The Beach Boys, and Joni Mitchell being opening acts [Joni joining CSNY on stage], and a Crosby/Nash concert at the Beacon Theater a year later [https://www.setlist.fm/setlist/crosby-and-nash/1975/beacon-theatre-new-york-ny-1b8fb1f4.html, guest appearance by Roger McGuinn] being the highlights). RIP.
I saw CSN a few times over the years, always a good show. However, he was a cantankerous prick these past few years. RIP.
It's amazing how the crazy violence of our modern age has made even neighborhoods haunted by the likes of the Manson Family and the Hillside Strangler look idyllic by comparison. RIP
I saw CSN at Jones Beachin the 90's. It was the only concert I've been to where I almost fell asleep.
