Stills and Young turn back the pages
Ted Joseph
Sounds
December 6, 1975
EVEN IF the rumour mills hadnt cranked out enough rumours to reach the ears of
all in the Los Angeles area, just the notion of a Stephen Stills concert on a Sunday
followed by a David Crosby/Graham Nash bash on Wednesday would be enough to set minds
twitching with imagination. Lets see... thats three out of four guaranteed to
be in LA at the same time. Only one question remained: which night would something happen?
Well something happened on Sunday, and it didnt involve the appearance of either
Crosby or Nash, who, as it turns out, were basking in the light of another reportedly
brilliant show in Berkeley, CA. Meanwhile, back In the Pauley Pavilion of the University
of California, Los Angeles, Stephen Stills stepped on stage, and not more than a minute
into a reggae-ish version of Love The One Youre With, (the shows
opener) this tall skinny guy with patched jeans and long stringy hair sauntered from the
shadows hefting a black electric guitar. No, this wasnt just another man from the
shadow, it was Neil Young.
It was Neil Young, and it was all over, or depending how you look at it, It might have
been just beginning. There was nary a sour note the rest of the threehour set which
ultimately left the packed house breathless, and there was all the charged atmosphere of
the real Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young shows. Into the first song of the set and already
Stills and Young had amply demonstrated where the electric force of CSN&Y came from.
For the first 20 minutes (a brief, three song electric set) Young remained Just another
band member, playing second lead and carving harmonies to work in and out of Stills
flowing vocals. Taking those harmonies and three clean-picking electric guitar
leads, the
second song was a mesmerising version of Johnnys Garden, shockingly
brilliant to those in the audience and on stage. But they were just warming
up.
Followed by a hug and a laughing boast of "this is the real Buffalo
Springfield", Stills and Young launched into a slow-paced rendition of Wooden
Ships, capped by a dual guitar barrage which rated with the best from Springfield
and CSN&Y stage shows. The charge never died the rest of the evening. Even the
acoustic set which followed, though marred by the uncooperatively noisy crowd
(which
denied Stills repeated pleadings for silence) and Stills strained
vocals, was
highlighted by a pair of Young songs (including On The Way Home), a satisfying
new Stills blues number titled Tree Top flier, and Stills caressing Fred
Neils Everybodys Talking At Me.
Another short break, and the rest of the night was encased in brilliant electric
haze.
Somewhere along the line Stills voice loosened sufficiently to blend perfectly with
one of Youngs strongest vocal nights ever, and their free-flowing exchanges let
loose electric versions of Black Queen,Youngs The
Loner (with Stills on lead vocals), Turn Back The Pages, Helpless,
Helpless, and The Treasure. All the while Stills was bent over backwards
in ecstacy while Young machine gunned his riffs across the stage in perfect coordination
until the sound system gasped with exhaustion.
Back for an encore, and two more bodies jumped on stage for Suite: Judy Blue
Eyes. No, not Crosby and Nash, but it might as well have been for the perfect
harmonies filled by Flo and Eddie, who had opened the show. All these cynical years
following the Turtles days, with Frank Zappa and kicking around solo had finally
paid off Flo and Eddie had finally become Crosby and Nash, and they sounded
beautiful, at that.
Encore number two, and it was Stills back out with an acoustic number to wrap it
up; a flowing, sensitive new song which suddenly drifted into "Find The Cost Of
Freedom. It sounded so lonely with just Stills at the mike, but to the rescue came
the rest of the band, and Flo and Eddie, again, a sea of faces surrounded the mikes for
the closing verse. Just like the CSN&Y shows.
And just like a CSN&Y show, the dazed faces of the crowd carried a distinct message
as they stumbled out, ecstatically dazed. Something had already happened, and Wednesday
was yet to come.
TED JOSEPH