THE MOST TELLING MOMENT in this traveling historical revue came
when Stephen Stills began to sing "Bluebird," the most beautiful and dynamic
song he's ever written. The audience granted its opening chords one of the grandest
ovations of the night. But Stills can no longer reach the notes and in the end, it was an
embarrassment.
This tour was probably inevitable - David
Crosby and Graham Nash's 1975 success made a Stills/Young pairing too lucrative to pass
up. But it was never much more than a bad idea gone wrong. Though both Stills and Young
remained trapped by entropy, they've evolved in strikingly separate ways: Young has found
courage and even inspiration in his ennui, while Stills (on the evidence of his recent
recording work) has only succumbed to his. This concert did nothing to dispel those trite
categorizations, and much to reinforce them.
Young, in fact, has never seemed so
animated, bouncing from one side of the stage to the other, leading the band, playing
guitar and piano, singing with what amounts to abandon. But even so, he never committed
himself fully to the duet idea: Aside from a single unrecorded song, the most recent
material he sang was a pair of songs from After the Gold Rush. Some of what he did
was awesome: a crackling guitar interchange with Stills on "Southern Man," a
spookier than usual "Helpless," a pleasantly nostalgic "Cowgirl in the
Sand." But on "Helpless" the supporting harmonies of Crosby and Nash were
missed and the attempt to recapture the spirit of Buffalo Springfield, most notably with
"For What It's Worth," went aground on the shoals of its own portentousness. A
few songs from Time Fades Away, On the Beach, Tonight's the Night or Zuma could
have redeemed the show. Those jagged, bitter songs might also have redeemed Stills during
the pair's few guitar interchanges.
In the crudest sense, the Stills/Young
tour is filler, occupying space between more worthwhile projects for both men. It would
hardly be fair to call the show worthless, but it certainly stands as one of the season's
great disappointments.