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Classic Album Review: CPR | Just Like Gravity

David Crosby & his son join forces on a set of (what else?) mellow California rock.

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This came out in 2001 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):

 


Every time you think David Crosby’s life can’t get any weirder, it does.

Here’s the latest: About three years ago, Crosby (who recently fathered Melissa Etheridge’s kids) formed an adult-contemporary jazzy folk-pop outfit with guitarist Jeff Pevar and keyboardist/singer James Raymond — who happens to be another of Crosby’s seemingly inexhaustible supply of illegitimate offspring. The two met while Crosby was awaiting liver surgery (where else?) and ended up hitting it off so well they started writing songs together. Their output consists mostly of innocuous, mellow California pop (what else?) — you know, tree-hugging anthems about coyotes and kings and buried treasure and blue-eyed girls. And now they’ve taken their partnership one step further by forming a band called CPR. There are, like, a dozen jokes you could make about that band name. But why bother? He’ll just do something weirder in a week anyway.