Long Time Gone: the autobiography of David Crosby by David Crosby & Carl Gottlieb

Author:David Crosby & Carl Gottlieb [Crosby, David]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Published: 2016-07-15T16:00:00+00:00

GORDON ABBOTT: David created the illusion that cocaine could do work, but all that cocaine did, of course, was produce a lot of talk about work. It never produced any actual productive work, except maybe for menial jobs: unloading lumber and whatnot. It never really produced construction; it never really produced carpentry work.

With the house under construction, David returned to Hawaii and the Mayan. There was time for one last long good sail and every sailor knows that the run from the Hawaiian Islands to French Polynesia is one of the best cruises there is. The winds are kind, the weather is perfect, and the destination is the Tahitian Islands: Tahiti, Mooréa, Bora Bora, Raïatéa, Huahiné—names that recall Gauguin, the Bounty, and a hundred other tropical delights under the Southern Cross. It’s the ultimate destination when sailing the Pacific. From California, where he had been touring with Graham and Neil, David was able to call and get the crew to get Mayan ready for the trip. On the appointed day, David boarded the boat and they cast off for the South Seas.

It took us nineteen days and it was absolute heaven. Couldn’t have been nicer. Bud and Cassie did the provisioning and preparing. My strongest input on getting the boat ready for a voyage is making sure that it’s got a lot of spares, a lot of ways to jury-rig things. That she can be in the best possible shape she can. Even though the sea is not out to get you personally, it’s not very forgiving. On that particular cruise, I was working right up until just before I took off. So I flew from the coast, drove from the airport, got on the boat, and we left. It took a little while to get used to being back at sea, but fortunately it takes a day or two to just get clear of the islands. After that, it’s an absolutely wonderful feeling, getting up in the morning, early, no sight of land, having a great breakfast. Rolling out of your bunk at 5:45 A.M., snatching some breakfast, a cup of hot coffee from the Thermos as the person goes off watch, and taking the wheel at 6:00. And then you watch the dawn. You’re there alone, everybody else is asleep, and you’re just scooting along with the sun lighting the sky and the ocean and the day.

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