Number 38

Crosby, Stills & Nash: a Re-evaluation

I'm getting older, so that may account for it. But as I write this, I'm listening to (and enjoying) Guns n' Roses, so an aged based mellowing is not necessarily at work. I'm just willing to admit I'm getting older (for what it's worth)(Stop, Hey, What's that Sound?)(see what I did there?)

Here's the deal. Crosby, Stills, & Nash were always, to me, non-essential. (Come down from the ceiling Cynthia!) Add Young and we can talk, but without him, I sentence the rest to 30 lashes with a wet noodle. Do you understand, what I'm laying down? And their song that epitomized their wimpiness to the nth degree? "Our House" of course. (you know "Our house, in the middle of the street, etc., etc.)

I've been on female hormones/testosterone blockers for six months now. There are many subtle, yet visible signs of this. I've got boobs. (They're small, but ya gotta start someplace) When I work out, my sweat smells differently than it used to. The hair on my arms and legs is growing much slower, too.

Oh, yeah. I'm starting to like Crosby, Stills, & Nash. I'm finding that I even like "Our House" (the harmonies are exquisite ).

Coincidence?

Quick, I need a dose of Led Zeppelin stat!