Stephen Stills

The packaging of a person's pain is a sticky subject for criticism. It feels uncouth to suggest
the suffering should be more graceful. The predominant emotion on this album is something
uncomfortably akin to self-pity. "The biggest fool of all is me," sings the artist's persona (as a
male chorus parrots each awkward line, socking home a clumsiness of meter and thought
that must be heard to be cringed at properly). "I play the music for the music yo... More >