You know what, Crosby? You're really not someone who should be making derogatory remarks about the way anyone else looks. Just saying.

By the way, your music sucks. Peace!

What a pathetic windbag, a bitter old fart. He doesn't know what he's talking about, and when he's corrected, he makes facile assumptions (J. Timberlake). I don't care for Justin Timberlake, but come on, he's just a kid; he has plenty of time to develop your cherished "political consciousness." As if no one from the 60s ever did a benefit "just to be fashionable!"

And "the one with the big nose"??! Why didn't you just come right out and say "the Jewess," you pathetic piece of shit? Who on God's green earth would pay $200 to see this moronic relic?

Rock on, Neil Young!

Why does anyone care what David Crosby has to say? Why does Salon care? Please. Blame MTV if you want, but Crosby is trying to coast on 60s cred. Dylan is at least writing new music, and I've noticed that young John Mayer has something to say, despite the VeeDub ad.

When Crosby gets off his fat ass and writes something worth listening to again, rather than whining about a has-been pop twit, then I'll recover my respect for the man. Until then, he's another worthless old relic with a liver that might have gone to someone who could have done something with the remainder of their life.

Kiss my ass, Crosby.

I attended a Crosby, Stills and Nash concert in 1976 (my taste in music has improved considerably since then.)

Like many other concerts I've been to, a fan in the front row tossed a bouquet of flowers onto the stage. At most concerts, a roadie discreetly whisks the flowers off stage, but not at a CSN concert. I was amazed to watch Crosby walk to the front of the stage and kick the bouquet into the face of the fan who had tossed it on stage.

I never listened to a CSN album again.

T. L.

I think he makes some good points about celebrity today. People are famous just for the sake of being famous, not because they have any particular talent (Nicole Ritchie, Paris Hilton) and even the majority of pop groups are more focused on coreographed dancing than making actual, really good music. Just my two cents.

His book 'Stand and be Counted' probably is. He actually has some good things to say usually, but here it sounds like someone should have given him his morning coffee first... reading it, I was cringing as if I were his publicist.

You have to be careful not to go on negative tirades when setting yourself up as a representative for positive change. The two don't really mix well.

idiot. i don't need moral condescension or political blustering from a guy who spent the reagan years dividing his time between prison and a crack house. and crosby can act all sincere about his political committment and look down his nose at the pop stars of today, but back in the 60's, he was the LA scene's most notorious pussy marauder, shamelessly exploiting his hippie-protest-singer cred to get laid. i prefer not to be preached to by a guy who was freebasing cocaine and having threesomes with supermodels in laurel canyon while hundreds of thousands of american and vietnamese young people were getting blown to bits on the other side of the world.

woodstock and the 60's changed nothing. how anyone ever got the idea that getting stoned and balling in the mud at a rock concert was going to 'stop the war, man' is beyond me. if anything, it fed the acceleration toward the death of the left in america, since all of those people who were waving peace signs and growing their hair out to get chicks are now fat, wealthy boomers who pay $200+ for tickets to the latest oldies revue and drive cars worth more than my house. i'm sick to death of old farts pining for the glory days. you didn't stop the war, crosby--chinese rockets, soviet kalyshnikov rifles, and the impossibility of defeating a guerilla insurgency supported by the peasantry stopped the war. you just fed a self-indulgent delusion.

crosby whines about how the pop stars today only care about being famous, but nobody seemed to enjoy it more than him when he was grandstanding in stadiums and putting more money up his nose every week than most people make in a year. the only difference is that, back in crosby's day, overweight, balding dudes with patchy facial hair were in style, instead of the beautiful young people who dominate pop music today. and while i can't defend britney, justin timberlake is a fabulously talented musician--a blue-eyed soul crooner for the new millenium. his music is not to my taste, but i've seen the kid perform, and he's amazing.

crosby should also consider the possibility that the relative lack of political outspokenness on the part of younger contemporary musicians is largely the consequence of the fact that we can all now see what a load of crap 'flower power' turned out to be.

neil young is the only one of that crew who has retained any credibility whatsoever. ironically--given how crosby is out putting on the hippie crusader pose again--neil has only put the 'y' on the end of CSN in the last 25 years when the others needed him to write songs and help them put out a record and tour so crosby could make up for having blown his entire fortune on drugs.

you can get clean, david, but you can't get those brain cells back. i do love a lot of your old music, and i'll be forever grateful for your role in promoting the goddess we call joni mitchell. we're all glad you made it. but please--stick to the only thing you ever did well: singing back-up for neil young.

Good christ, where to begin? The disingenous statements about the $200 ticket price, complete with big honking old false dichotomy ("doesn't mean our concert should be free"? Come on, croz. Surely you can do a little better than that)? Calling Barbra Streisand "the one with the big nose"? Given the smug, self-aggrandizing tone of the whole piece, it's really hard to pick out one lowest moment. It's really beyond me why anyone would pay 200 bucks to watch this guy do anything other than self-immolate on stage. God knows the world doesn't need to hear him croak out the 463rd rendition of pablum like "Teach Your Children Well."

The only time this guy shows a glimmer of self awareness is at the very end when he notes that he probably doesn't have anything to teach anyone. But then again, I've learned a lesson from his life: if you play your cards right, you can become a hero to the fatuous aged hippie crowd by making mediocre music that's one step up from Muzak and then sit around counting your millions dissing everyone who's not you. Lame. Really, really fucking lame.