David Crosby

If I Could Only Remember My Name

  • MOG Editorial Review

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    On his debut solo album, David Crosby showed exactly what made him such a unique element of Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, creating his own strange set of songs that defy categorization, whether it's traditional folk, Western, or even the moving a capella of closer "I'd Swear There Was Somebody Here." Opener "Music Is Love" functions as something of a mission statement for the album, as Crosby's iconic falsetto emerges to let us ponder music's meaning to different people. It's immediately followed up by the twangy-yet-rocking "Cowboy Movie," and Crosby's chameleon status from there is part of what makes If Only I Could Remember My Name so special. Music is love for Crosby, and it's not just a certain kind of love, either.
  • AMG Review of If I Could Only Remember My Name

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    Stanton Swihart
    All Music Guide

    David Crosby's debut solo album, If I Could Only Remember My Name is a one-shot wonder of dreamy but ominous California ambience. The songs range from brief snapshots of inspiration (the angelic chorale-vocal showcase on "Orleans" and the a cappella closer, "I'd Swear There Was Somebody Here") to the full-blown, rambling western epic "Cowboy Movie," and there are absolutely no false notes struck or missteps taken. No one before or since has gotten as much mileage out of a wordless vocal as Crosby does on "Tamalpais High (At About 3)" and "Song With No Words (Tree With No Leaves)," and because the music is so relaxed, each song turns into its own panoramic vista. Those who don't go for trippy Aquarian sentiment, however, may be slightly put off by the obscure, cosmic storytelling of the gorgeous "Laughing" or the ambiguous (but pointed) social questioning of "What Are Their Names," but in actuality it is an incredibly focused album. Even when a song as pretty as "Traction in the Rain" shimmers with its picked guitars and autoharp, the album is coated in a distinct, persistent menace that is impossible to shake. It is a shame that Crosby would continue to descend throughout the remainder of the decade and the beginning of the next into aimless drug addiction, and that he would not issue another solo album until 18 years later. As it is, If I Could Only Remember My Name is a shambolic masterpiece, meandering but transcendentally so, full of frayed threads. Not only is it among the finest splinter albums out of the CSNY diaspora, it is one of the defining moments of hungover spirituality from the era.

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