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Musician speaks frankly about his mistakes and mortality

The cantankero­us glory of David Crosby

- BY AMY KAUFMAN

David Crosby knows he’s going to die soon. He’s diabetic. He’s had a liver transplant as a result of hepatitis C. He’s survived three heart attacks and had eight stents put into his chest. He expects his heart will stop again in the next couple of years, and then there won’t be anything else doctors can do to keep him alive.

And he’s mad. Because even at 77 there are so many things he still wants to learn — “three languages, four sciences, eight kinds of history.” He wants more time with his wife of 41 years, Jan. And, of course, he wants to make more music.

“I’m concerned that the time I’ve got here is so short, and I’m pissed at myself, deeply, for the 10 years — at least — of time that I wasted just getting smashed,” said Crosby, who for decades battled addictions to alcohol, cocaine and heroin. “That’s really a waste. I’m supposed to be making music. I’m ashamed of that.”

He spent so long as a junkie — “as low as a human being can go” — that now he’s trying to be somebody he can be proud of. And part of that means taking a hard look at all of his mistakes, namely the behavior that helped drive a rift so deep between him and Stephen Stills, Graham Nash and Neil Young — who together formed the folk rock supergroup CSNY — that they no longer speak.

It’s why he said yes to “David Crosby: Remember My Name,” a documentar­y about his life. In the film, which was acquired by Sony Pictures Classics after its debut at the Sundance Film Festival earlier this year, the musician speaks frankly about his anger issues, financial woes and fear of mortality.

He also talks a lot about CSNY, trying to take some responsibi­lity for his role in their falling-out. “One of them hating my guts could be an accident,” he says in the film. In other words: It’s not just happenstan­ce.

Crosby is open about his hope that his former bandmates will see the doc. He isn’t interested in a “walking therapy session” with them, hashing out who said what and when. He just wants them to see that he’s a “good guy” now and that he’s doing the “right thing” by “making music, as fast and as best” as he can.

“I don’t really care how it goes down,” he said of a possible reconcilia­tion. “I care about this: There is a job that we do. CSNY does a really good job as a town crier. We were better at it than anybody. And now is a real

good time for that job. I get that probably 10 times a day on Twitter. ‘Will you guys quit squabbling and do your gig? Because we need you now. You are our voice.’ OK. I agree.”

So how is it going to happen? “I don’t think it is,” he said matterof-factly.

It was January, and Crosby was holed up inside a cabin on a mountainsi­de at Sundance, trying to keep warm. He was wearing his signature faded red beanie, knit for him by his wife, who was seated nearby at the kitchen table. The couple, who share a ranch house in Santa Ynez, California, are deeply bonded. When he dies, she says in the movie, she “might just disappear. It’s gonna be hard to take another breath when he’s not here.”

By his own admission, Crosby was not always a good partner. In the film, he describes how his coke habit made him obsessed with sex, leading him to become a “selfish and wacko” guy who slept with hundreds of women.

But Jan changed him. She’s “patient and loving” and watches out for him. At the cabin, when she observed her husband pulling out his Pax 3 to offer up the Blue Dream she grew in their backyard, she quietly suggested: “Don’t forget to talk about the movie!”

“She grows fantastic pot,” he said, taking a pull from the vape. “I think we probably saved between $25,000 and $40,000 bucks last year. My son smokes it like a chimney, and we smoke it at night when we go to sleep.”

Despite Jan’s objections, he stays on the road — largely out of financial obligation. He said he has no savings, and he’s livid about how little he makes off his old music as a result of streaming companies: “I don’t cut Spotify any slack. They’re thieves. They’re stealing from me. It’s not right, and I can’t shut my mouth about it. I’m sorry.”

Crosby has always been more candid than most rock stars. That’s why producer Cameron Crowe had a feeling he would make a strong documentar­y subject. But the film wasn’t his idea; it was the brainchild of A.J. Eaton, a first-time feature director who met Crosby through his brother. In recent years, as Crosby has released four solo projects, he’s collaborat­ed with a handful of lesser-known young musicians, one of whom was Eaton’s sibling, Marcus.

After stopping by one of their recording sessions, A.J. Eaton and Crosby struck up a friendship. The filmmaker hadn’t been a massive fan of Crosby’s music — familiar only with hits like “Our House” and “Southern Cross” — but was impressed by the “luscious, jazz-inspired” stuff he was producing in his third-act renaissanc­e.

Eaton suggested shooting some footage of the creative process, just for posterity. Crosby agreed, not thinking the project would amount to much.

“But he asked me some intelligen­t stuff, so I extended it a little further,” Crosby recalled. “It felt like pay dirt. It felt good.”

Then, during a meeting at J.J. Abrams’ production company, Bad Robot, Eaton serendipit­ously crossed paths with Crowe. The “Almost Famous” director knew Crosby well, having interviewe­d him roughly a half dozen times over his career as a rock journalist.

So when Crowe learned about Eaton’s project that day at Bad Robot, he was intrigued. He agreed to do one interview with Crosby for the film to help out.

“Crosby never threw a question out. He never dodged,” Crowe said. “It was like, here’s what a guy does when he’s really gonna go there and not waste your time talking about his life. No rock figure that has ever been present for so much has ever been so honest about what it was really like. That’s the kind of interview I want.”

The first sit-down between Crosby and Crowe went so well that they agreed to another, and ultimately, the filmmaker changed his mind about producing the movie to help Eaton secure financing.

While Crosby was happy to sit for reflective interviews, he was less interested in taking physical walks down memory lane. When the filmmakers suggested they take a trip to Laurel Canyon, where CSNY lived at the height of their fame, Crosby balked.

“He was defiant,” Eaton said with a laugh. “But we needed to get out into the world to get a different type of response. When he walks up and looks at Joni Mitchell’s house for the first time, that’s gold, in my book.”

Upon reflection, Crosby admitted he was moved by looking at the home on Lookout Mountain where “Our House” was written. And while he’s sometimes depicted in “Crosby” as a “crusty old fart,” he’s OK with that.

“I’m a highly flawed human being, and I’ve made lots of mistakes,” he said. “This wasn’t easy. It was very painful. But you know, I did 14 years in AA. And if it teaches you anything, it teaches you that being honest works.”

 ?? BRIAN VAN DER BRUG/LOS ANGELES TIMES ?? David Crosby sits in his 1940 Ford truck at his home in Santa Ynez, California.
BRIAN VAN DER BRUG/LOS ANGELES TIMES David Crosby sits in his 1940 Ford truck at his home in Santa Ynez, California.

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