I had the distinct pleasure of listening to this audiobook while reading Neil Young's Special Deluxe, billed as a memoir of dogs and cars, but actually a more useful personal memoir than Waging Heavy Peace. Doggett wanted to center this story in late-hippie-period Woodstock Nation, when CSNY reached its zenith, but there have been many histories of Laurel Canyon musicians, and the stories here augment what is already widely known. Where this book really shines is in bringing us up to the CSN/CSNY formation, with histories of Byrds, Hollies, and especially Buffalo Springfield. The exciting years of Stills and Young first collaborating tell us more than the history of the underappreciated Buffalo Springfield itself. Doggett makes the case that 1966 Hollywood/Sunset Strip was at least as formative for late-1960s culture as 1967 Haight-Ashbury. Since I consider 1966 a far more seminal year for pop music than 1967-68, I think Doggett's case carries a lot of weight.
Some reviewers seem to think that Doggett was too close to Crosby and Nash, and too critical of Stills and Young. I am a huge fan of Neil Young, yet I don't think this bias is evident at all. Doggett seems to realize Young was the most innovative of the band, and gushes about wild experiments like Tonight's the Night, the punk experiments of Rust Never Sleeps, and the electronic Trans. The criticisms he makes of Young are well-founded. Similarly, he gives Stills credit for some solo work when that credit is due, but is correct in saying that Stills hit his songwriting nadir in Buffalo Springfield, and never quite equaled it, particularly as a solo artist. Doggett paints Nash as a sad troubadour trying to deal with depression, and he lumps a multitude of sins on Crosby, particularly regarding his sexism and drug use, criticism that is largely deserved.
One thing is clear in all four singers: They had their political hearts in the right place, and still do, but spent their hippie spokesperson years as privileged artists who could often be brats. Granted, they did not grow up in privilege, but all had made a good deal of money before CSN was founded, and hence could jet off to Hawaii or The Bahamas when things went wrong. All four, including Young, were selfish, sexist, and exploitative in their relationships, which unfortunately was true of far too many hippie and New Left boomers who pretended to be harbingers of a better world than the ones their parents built.
Young was the epileptic brooding genius with far more ideas than he could effectively bring to completion, one reason why there are still dozens of finished albums in the Neil Young Archives waiting for official release. Doggett rightly points out that Young was the only one who wanted to constantly surprise and frighten his audience, one factor that led to his constant creativity and reinvention, and one factor that led to David Geffen suing him, when he was signed to Geffen Records, for making "Neil Young records that don't sound like Neil Young." Crosby, Stills, and Nash all realized that this was true, but consequently let Young have too much veto power over CSNY projects. It got to the point where Young was the mysterious Svengali who everyone else in the band was a little afraid of. Doggett gently brings up the question as to whether CSN would have been better off never inviting Young to join the group, but wisely doesn't spend too long playing what-if games. We are left with the history of lives actually lived. (I tend to think CSNY gained more excitement and vitality with Young, and a CSN that remained a trio would have become a nostalgia act far earlier.)
The marketing blurb for the book suggests the narrative ends with the 1974 CSNY world tour, but Doggett wisely provides a rapid but thorough coverage of the various attempts at reunion from 1976 to 2019, and talks about how the Neil Young non-album Human Highway was initially going to be a CSNY album of the same name. There were many missed chances between 1976 and today. Doggett provides a look at how some fans were enraged with the anti-Bush rhetoric of the "Living With War" tour of 2006, but he reads too much into conflicting motives of the fanbase. The ugly truth of 2006 is that there weren't that many younger fans going to that reunion, and the real reason the band was booed is because far too many baby boomers evolved into redneck bigots by 2006 - one might even argue that a majority of Woodstock Nation citizens already had become would-be Trumpsters by that time.
Doggett also delves into how Crosby and Young faced a permanent schism after Young began his relationship with Daryl Hannah in 2014, and Crosby criticized it. Having met Hannah, I can attest to a lot of truth in what Crosby had to say, and I think Young treated his former wife Pegi in pretty shitty fashion, but if I was in Young's shoes, I'd probably unfriend-and-block Crosby as well. Nash should have done the same with Crosby after Crosby criticized his dalliances with younger women. Doggett gives Crosby some credit for releasing some fairly decent albums in the 21st century, but he doesn't indicate how much Crosby had become a doddering old burnout. In a 2019 appearance on Chris Thile's Live From Here on NPR, Crosby didn't have the slightest idea who Stephen Malkmus from Pavement even was, though Malkmus knew the CSNY catalog well. Sorry, but it is never OK for a musician to become clueless about newer musicians. Once you're in, you're in for life.
Doggett's final chapter, "Journey Through the Past," is a joy in recognizing with a wink and a smile that personal histories are next to useless without documentary evidence behind it. It is not just that the four CSNY members are getting old and forgetful, it's that the memories of even sharp personalities are colored by personal preferences and desires, and are not very trustworthy. When certain anecdotes become the stuff of legend, the celebrity isn't really regurgitating personal memory, but memories of the myth as it has been publicly received. Such is the nature of much of the CSNY history. I'll be back soon to write a review of what Neil had to say in Special Deluxe.