I'm a Hippie Dork, So Sue Me

All right. So Friday night I had the pleasure of seeing Stephen Stills play a great show at a cool, cozy venue near Columbus Circle called Concert Hall. He was so good...playing mostly solo acoustic and later on with a bluesy back up band. He opened with two of my all time fave songs, period: 4+20 and Helplessly Hoping. He also played some of his other hits like Southern Cross (so great) and an old CSN(Y) hit, Woodstock (well, actually a Joni Mitchell tune).

Of course the crowd was comprised primarily of baby boomers with beer guts and "mom jeans." There were a couple of crusty long hairs sitting in front of me who lived down L.E.S. way, so we grabbed a car together and headed towards Lakeside where I planned to meet Steve (definitely not a fan of the folkie hippie shit I love). After Jerry and Nick, the embodiments of the 60s longhair doper drifter stereotype, left to grab some grub, our always wry friend Alex quipped, "So, where's the other Fabulous Furry Freak Brother?" Lemme tell ya, he was dead on....