David Crosby.
Sometimes he gives you a high.
Sometimes he makes you want to jump off something high.
In 1993, he and Joni Mitchell wrote a beautiful, enigmatic song together.

Love songs ain’t what they used to be.
Love ain’t what it used to be.
Kurt Elling brings something new to the table.

The 1950s didn’t end on December 31st, 1959. Here’s a quiz about 3 very minor hits from 1961-2, a whole bunch of Jews and a few Blacks, and the frustrated egos of several trillionaires.

You don’t need Thile and Mehldau to justify the standing of Dylan or Mitchell. But their fresh new readings may still amplify and even enhance the originals.

Still–he’s still Stills.
A 1970 gem you may have missed.

Golden-haired, golden-voiced, painfully shy Eva Cassidy died in 1996 at 33 of skin cancer, unknown outside her native D.C.
She found posthumous fame three years later, via a British DJ.
Too kitsch to be true?
“Birds fly over the rainbow. Why can’t I?”
Have your handkerchief ready.

Guilty pleasures.
Could we keep this just between us?

They indeed really were a fine group. Go listen to half a dozen cuts you don’t remember.