Man...I swear I see weed smoke billowing out of my speakers. Oh, wait...it's just David Crosby's 1971 album If I Could Only Remember My Name. This album has been written about quite a bit and is largely forgotten considering Crosby's career has more to do with newspaper headlines than music. But this sucker right here is another masterpiece of that whole early 70s, dream-has-died, we're-all-filthy-rich, getting-into-cocaine-and-heroin, narcissistic peace vibe. For any of of you freak-folkers, this is a must have. Normally, you would think putting members of the Dead, the Airplane, Stephen Stills, Joni Mitchell and Neil Young together at Wally Heider's in Frisco would yield horrible results. Not the case here. This record is a monster of laid-back, West Coast goodness.