Between Crosby's mischievous grin, the one that lets you know he's seen behind the curtain, and Nash's bare feet, telling the audience that this guy still loves to let his Freak Flag fly, lives a universe of history.
These two bards have lived the marrow of life and then figured out how to share it with the rest of us. To see the two on stage together, it's not so much a concert as a feeling that you're hanging out in their living room. Together we're celebrating the turbulent rabble-rousing generation that ushered in the cool winds of change and turned sweaty, claustrophobic traditionalism on its head.
