Graham Nash’s songs defined a generation goes the blurb and to be honest “On A Carousel”, “Bus Stop” and “Jennifer Eccles” comes awful awful close to doing just. But of course, Godforbid plain old awesone power pop gets any props. No, the publishers mean “Military Madness”.
I hear, often, that local (my locality, Manchester, England) kid Graham Nash is a real good guy and always will be and all power to Manchester for raising there sons not to be pompous assholes with the possible exception of Morrissey. And he has written a tell all that appears to actually tell it all which is always a plus or two in my book, all sex and drugs and revolution in the cafe’s at night.
And while I realize Crosby, Stills And Nash were considered definers of a generation, don’t blame me if they hippies were asses because, cmon… where? when? Maybe UYoung but not Nash.
Nash was a pop song writer who could add great harmonies anywhere and a good looking, decent guy on top.
All true, but he needed a ghost writer for his autobiography “Wild Tales”. Man does this shit needed some punching up and apparently Bob Spiotz (the man who wrote Julia Vhild’s biography, wasn’t the man for it) . How can so much war and debauchery be so boring.? Didn’t Graham have anybody to set him straight??? Why wouldn’t he do a better job. If you read the Townshend bio the difference is remarkable. Nash can’t seem able to evoke anything at all. It just lies their on the page waiting for Thoth (the god of writers pop pickers) to breathe some life on the sucker. He is a good guy but he can’t write.