The documentary David Crosby: Remember My Name was one of the breakout hits at Sundance this year, and understandably so: in this film, the pioneering folk-rock musician — who soon will turn 78 — emerges less as a lion in winter than a tiger in full attack mode, as often as not against himself.
Haloed by a nimbus of cottony white hair, still sporting the walrus moustache he made chic in the 1960s, Crosby presents a reflective, irascible, observant and irresistibly candid figure in a documentary that ostensibly chronicles one of his many comeback tours but becomes something far more introspective.
The film joins a cohort of nostalgic music movies that have glutted US theatres this northern summer, and it spares few musical pleasure points: when Crosby reminisces about forming the Byrds, Crosby, Stills and Nash, and Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, those glorious harmonies burst forth with the same abandon baby boomers thrilled to when they first heard them.
But Remember My Name isn't content simply to dance down memory lane. Prodded by interviewer Cameron Crowe, Crosby delivers honest verdicts on his behaviour as a young, cocky star who mistreated the women in his life and became a heroin and cocaine addict before doing jail time in the 1980s.
"I was a difficult cat," Crosby notes, a verdict seconded by former Byrds-mates Chris Hillman and Roger McGuinn. Still, Nash and Young are present only in the form of past interviews, having ruptured with Crosby years ago.