Hump Day In Corporate Hell (Day 1)

Now that my core workout is done, it’s still another 3 hours of staring mindlessly into my PowerPoints until I can bunk off from Corporate Hell for the day.  Perhaps a little mellow tunage is in order,  like the self-titled album by Graham Nash and David Crosby.


By 1972 Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young had achieved monumental stardom and then imploded.  In the ensuing wreckage David Crosby and Graham Nash elected to continue their musical partnership, this album being the first of their creative progeny released on Atlantic Records in 1972.  It peaked at #4 on the Billboard Top Pop Albums chart, and a single taken from the album, ‘Immigration Man‘, peaked at #36 on the Billboard Hot 100.  The album itself was certified gold by the RIAA, and it was dedicated to Joni Mitchell, as “to Miss Mitchell.”

As with anything by this pair (or the greater CSNY beast for that matter), there lot’s to love about this album.  Just look at the guests:  Dave Mason, Danny Kortchmar, Russ Kunkel and Grateful Dead members Jerry Garcia, Billy Kreutzmann and Phil Lesh.

C’mon now.

Southbound Train‘, ‘Page 43‘, ‘The Wall Song‘, and ‘Where Will I Be?‘…it’s totally the shit.  In fact, on the whole it’s a complete thing of beauty.  No disappointments, no proverbial “black holes”; pretty, eloquent, delicate. 

Everything you’d expect out of a classic Crosby and Nash record.

It’s also worth mentioning that ‘Immigration Man‘ might just be the next Canadian theme song each and every time one of us should decide they might want to cross the border over into “Trumpland”  for a quart of milk or loaf of bread.

Just sayin’…


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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