Singer David Crosby, hero of the drunkards, boobs and angel of freedom, for whom Phil Collins once paid a new liver, is turning 80.
As long as the guitars are still rumbling and howling, the drums rumble and the white doves fly to the sky in slow motion during the ballads, as long as we can still reasonably agree on the simple basic catechism of rock’n’roll, this wretched, old one belongs too Interview question is an essential and mandatory in every documentary that introduces a great hero: “Do you actually ask yourself every now and then why you are still alive at all?” This time the journalist and producer Cameron Crowe wants to know from David Crosby, who is sitting across from him on a sofa. And everyone knows the answer before he even opens his mouth.