Needless to say, he doesn’t like what he sees.
Mancunian by birth but American by choice (this August marks the 40th anniversary of his citizenship), he bolsters what he learns from the news with his own extensive reading and research. Every day, it’s a different madness.” Nash’s steely blue eyes, ordinarily vessels of affability and good will, flicker with a “don’t f- with me” intensity over the mere mention of the commander-in-chief. People say, ‘Have you written a song about Trump yet?’ But it’s so difficult on so many levels. “I vacillate between being in love and being totally pissed off,” he admits. When played through, two distinct sides of Nash begin to emerge: the blissful romantic behind “Our House” and the sensual “Lady of the Island,” and the outraged dissident who penned politically charged anthems like “Military Madness,” “Chicago” and “Immigration Man.” The dichotomy is not lost on him. I’m this poor kid from the north of England, and here we are after 76 years of life.” Of course, Nash made some legends of his own first as a member of the Hollies, one of the biggest groups of the British Beat-era, and later in various permutations of Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young - the ever-evolving supergroup that gave hope and harmony to the Age of Aquarius and beyond.
He got vocal tips from the Everly Brothers as a teen, bested the primitive Beatles (Johnny & the Moondogs, technically) in a late ‘50s talent contest, and watched Little Richard chew out his flamboyant new guitarist named Jimi Hendrix. It’s been a ridiculous life.” It’s understandable that the singer, songwriter, activist, archivist, author, father, photographer, digital printing pioneer and very concerned citizen hasn’t had much of a chance to reflect - he’s been a little busy - but a brief highlight list reads like a rock ‘n’ roll history primer. I read the first manuscript, got through it all, then I looked down and went, ‘Holy s-, I wish I was him!’ Because, having not looked back, it looked ridiculous. “I realized what an incredible life I’ve had.
Graham Nash had just finished his autobiography, 2013’s Wild Tales, when a thought occurred to him - one that seems obvious to anyone familiar with his story.
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