David Crosby wasn’t easy to love. He harbored loveable qualities, traits that were offset by a barbed sense of humor that played as arrogance in his younger days and endearingly cranky in the last years of his life. No matter the era, he seemed to embody all the excesses of his generation, the quintessential Baby Boomer who was at all the right parties and all the right happenings and would never let you forget it. At his nadir in the 1980s, a decade where he’d serve time in prison and kick his addictions, he still flashed a grin that suggested he thought he got away with a prank: the squares would never know just what he had seen.
Here it is, my Best Albums of 2022 list. Several familiar names, maybe some surprises too.
https://sterlewine.substack.com/p/stes-best-new-albums-of-2022
At the Los Angeles Times, I explored the composition of "Jingle Bell Rock," the holiday staple by Bobby Helms. Until his death, the singer claimed he and guitarist Hank Garland rewrote a demo called "Jingle Bell Hop," a dispute that can never be definitively settled.