My new Think Again column is George McGovern—A Lifetime of Conscience and ourage
And I did a longish article for The Nation called “The Mainstream Media's Trivial Pursuit of Campaign 2012”
Have you seen the video a fan made for Ben Harper and Charlie Musselwhite’s “I Don't Believe A Word You Say?”
I was among the fortunate who go to see Crosby Stills and Nash do their entire first album in its entirety—the only time they have ever done so—at the Beacon on Monday night. And what a thing of beauty it was. Suite: Judy Blue Eyes was done with just Stephen’s guitar until the “dododododo” part when the full band came in and one got to relive one’s entire life for the past half century or so, depending on how one felt about it (and assuming one’s memory had not been destroyed, which in this crowd…) In any case, I saw the full show on Saturday night and it reinforced my belief that these three guys (and this crack band) have never sounded better. It’s a really strong argument for getting old. They made their own lives impossible when they were at their peak in the early seventies, and had Graham Nash not been one of the most decent men on the planet, who knows, someone might have gotten killed. Now everybody’s all grown up and been through who knows what and so how lucky they feel to be able to make these lovely sounds—and to play some real rock that flows from Stephen’s intense lead guitar—before people who appreciate them and will pay good money—good enough, at least to sell out the Beacon for five straight shows.
The guys are touring in support of the CSN 2012 CD/DVD/Blu-ray they’ve just released so conveniently, you can see if I know what I’m talking about. I can’t imagine anyone who is interested will be disappointed. (And hey, I’ve failed entirely, but perhaps you can teach your children well…)
Also in the Alterman music-to-work-to rotation is Jerry Garcia/Marle Sanders Keystone Companions: The Complete 1973 Fantasy Recordings. It’s four cds of relaxed, extended jams on songs that have since become classic but you’ll hear them differently here than anywhere else, even when you hear them more than once. Close your eyes and you’re in club, listening to music the way music should be heard, by people playing for the love of it. The harder dey come….