In a grocery store tonight and suddenly Suite: Judy Blue Eyes came over the speakers. At 14 I found that song’s ending so powerful, shook me to my core. Listening back now seems like a hippie improvisation with pop ending. Sort of organic and sort of forced still worth the wait. Summed up Stephen Stills energy to me. Watched Graham Nash sing Our House in the birthday celebration of Saint Joni Mitchell. That song also seized something in me as an adolescent listening the first time, I think the zing is still present in the recording. I liked hearing/watching him play it on solo piano, but his turning it into a campfire sing-a-long with the audience diluted what was originally an intimate lover’s response to “the bed’s too big the frying pan’s too wide”. Left me wondering what performing means to him or who he sees when he looks in the mirror. I know a guy who takes a lot of pride in being a camp counsellor when he performs. Makes me hide under the tables but that isn’t to say he isn’t loved by his fans. I don’t mind the opposite, those who aren’t trying to make it easy for everyone. I’m loyal as long as their music shakes me to my core.