Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Croz At The Winery
I hadn't heard a note of David Crosby's new record "Croz" before last night's performance at City Winery. I knew he was playing it head to tail in the first set and I thought, if I listened to it and didn't like it, I'd probably not go to the show at all. (Doesn't take much for me.)
A full band featuring the great Shane Fontayne on guitar and Crosby's son Jeff Raymond on keys and other things, sounded good not great on a very mixed collection of new songs. Actually, the first five or six tunes were very strong. Crosby looked good, or at least as good as someone who looks like David Crosby could look and his voice and guitar playing was much better than I expected. The material from "Croz" was what I had hoped it would be with songs and arrangements bringing to mind the exact records that had brought me there, "Deja Vu" and "If I Could Only Remember My Name."
The opener "What's Broken," and a hit if I ever heard one, "Radio," were particular faves. The second half of the new record, to quote Neil Young, "fizzled out altogether," with one song in particular, "If She Called," a cringeworthy solo ballad about "working girls," with lyrics about semen, that made me rethink my original criticism of "Triad." This one was so much worse, sung in that smug Crosby way that even the throngs of Crosby lookalikes in the audience seemed to be squirming in their seats.
(Seriously, what's with styling yourself after this guy? It was like some hippie version of "The Boys From Brazil" in that club.)
The first ended with Croz declaring, "After a short break, we're coming back and I promise you will know every song."
My fantasy of a Byrds set felt like a reality when the second set began with a killer "Eight Miles High." But then, a couple too many CPR tunes, a soulless "Long Time Gone" and a weak reading of "Guinnevere" and I was taken out of the game.
Setlist is below.
Overall, a disappointing night.
I made a joke to some friends that I was going to see David Crosby even though he told me to fuck off in my own shop. Here's that story, originally posted a few years ago.
Posted by Sal Nunziato at 5:19 AM