Remembering David Crosby with James Raymond & Steve Postell

Rick Kern Sr. interviews Steve Postell (guitarist, vocalist, producer) and James Raymond (keyboardist, vocalist, producer - son of David Crosby) about the memories and experiences of David Crosby. They played in David's bands. These two great artists are going to keep the music of CSN&Y alive with a group called Our House. They will be touring the U.S. mid 2024 with plans to take the show to Europe in the future.

[@InaWanders]

Thanks for the great and interesting interview! I love hearing such personal impressions and stories.
I hope there will actually be some shows in Europe. It would be a dream come true to see three of my favorite musicians on stage together, because I never had the chance to attend a CPR concert. Hearing James Raymond play the piano live is high on my bucket list!

[@larsljungstrom9678]

Wonderful news for all us Hard Core Fans of CSNY and CPR and C&N etc. Is there also plans for a release of more material with Sky Trails band och Lighthouse band, previously recorded before Croz passed away ?

[@AlbrechtHMaas]

Please tell me: who is the drummer with CPR? I guess I have seen him in the band of David Gilmore . . .

[@talkandrockradio]

The drummer was Stevie DiStanislao.

[@AlbrechtHMaas]

@@talkandrockradio Thank You! So I was right, he played with D. Gilmore!!!

[@thomassicard3733]

Yeah. I started piano at age 7. Of course, I begged for piano lessons for a entire year before that...

[@thomassicard3733]

Of course, Jim Morrison was an incredible genius - the correct definition of genius is "talent". Unfortunately, he consumed every drug to his bitter, early end.
He was lost and I don't think
he wanted it that way
like a gull blown inland
on a stormy day
Lost in round one
spitting out pieces of his teeth
lost in a Paris graveyard
carrying his own wreath
And I have seen that movie
and it wasn't like that
he was mad and lonely
and blind as a bat
To the bridge
and the falling tree
Too deaf to hear his own song
You see
How does anyone get to there
We may never know
How they got that far
Or what made them go
But he had flown from his homeland
You could see him there
A gull circling
In the high desert air
And somehow I
Have to learn from this
'Cause I can hear him cry
And feel the hiss
Of the wind in his feathers
and the sand on his feet
As he dies in the desert
On that Paris street
And somehow I
Have to learn from this
'Cause I can hear him cry
And feel the hiss