Wild Tales: A Rock & Roll Life by Graham Nash

Author:Graham Nash
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Entertainment & Performing Arts, Music, Rock, Biography & Autobiography, Genres & Styles, Composers & Musicians
ISBN: 9780385347556
Publisher: Crown Archetype
Published: 2013-09-17T00:00:00+00:00

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WE FINISHED DÉJÀ VU BEFORE THE END OF 1969. The last week in December, the album was mixed at Heider’s in LA and San Francisco, and the four of us said our good-byes. We were glad to get away from one another. We needed space—not just from each other, but from the business, from the music, from Elliot and Geffen, from being CSNY. We left, although briefly, and planned, individually, to scatter throughout the world. Stephen was set to do a “reverse Nash,” moving to England, where he’d purchased a 350-year-old Tudor manor house on a twenty-acre estate that had belonged to Ringo Starr and, before him, Peter Sellers, and Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn. Neil was headed out on tour with Crazy Horse, while David and I planned to resume our debauch.

As always, however, there were dates to play before escape plans could be put into effect. We had a short tour in Europe, with Joni. That wasn’t as strange or as awkward as it sounds. She and I managed to remain friends, even though my heart had been broken. I’ve always been able to compartmentalize, emotionally as well as professionally. The only time I remember it turning weird was in Copenhagen on January 11. A few days earlier, we did a show in Stockholm and, as usual, we engaged our audience in a brisk repartee. The fans considered us a political band. Every chance we got, we rapped about politics onstage with a gentle anti-American slant, especially when it came to the Vietnam War and the myth behind the Kennedy assassination. It upset Joan. The next day, I sensed there was something wrong. We were in our hotel when I asked her what was up.

“You keep slagging America after it gave you all this opportunity,” she said. “Why are you biting the hand that feeds you?”

Like us, Joni was opposed to Nixon and the war, but she didn’t think it was fair to throw hand grenades from the side of the stage. We argued, and she ended up pouring a bowl of cornflakes and milk over my head. I was stunned—to say nothing of being pissed.

There was a maid in the room. I turned to her and said, “Would you kindly leave?” Then I put Joni over my knee and I spanked her.

Needless to say, it was one of the more interesting moments in our relationship.

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