Wasted On The Way: A Musician Looks Back In 'David Crosby: Remember My Name'
In A.J. Eaton's documentary, Crosby proves a "passionate, wry, often bellicose" storyteller who "often seems to be writing his own self-lacerating obituary."
Blink and you might miss a priceless bit of fly-by news footage in a new documentary about rocker David Crosby, he of the sixties bands The Byrds and endlessly self-dissolving combinations of Crosby, Still, Nash and Young. Emerging from a spell in prison for gun possession and drug abuse in the mid-'80s, Crosby — shorn of his signature walrus mustache, knitted cap, and cocksure charisma — might easily be mistaken for a low-level clerk in a button-down shirt and nondescript pants belted
