DVD BLU RAY & TV
DAVID CROSBY: REMEMBER MY NAME
SONY PICTURES CLASSICS
7/10
The Canyon party-starter who never cut his hair looks back
IN recent years David Crosby has added a surprising coda to a career and life that few thought would last this long. He’s released four albums, more than doubling the size of his solo discography, and worked the road with a new band of millenial-age musicians. Most days you can find him on Twitter, earnestly answering questions from people younger than the new liver he received in 1994.
That’s the new-wave Croz captured in Remember My Name, directed by AJ Eaton and produced by Cameron Crowe. Happily and improbably, the years and substances haven’t eroded Crosby’s mind, they’ve just eradicated his filter, making him a candid, funny and regretful interview subject. When the filmmakers are as refreshingly honest as the film’s subject, the documentary succeeds as a corrective to the over-told narrative of ’60s rock, and the survivor’s
