Joni Mitchell, David Crosby and Eric Clapton at Cass Elliot’s picnic. Photo David Diltz

Like so many, gutted by the death of David Crosby I laid in bed last night rewatching the documentary Laurel Canyon. Like most, it was through a constant flood of tears…the music, the youth, the sheer creative brilliance of what that remarkable time and place produced.

The soundtrack of my youth that has followed and nurtured me well into my sixth decade. The music has never died, even as one of its most profound creators has.