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Who the hell does David Crosby think he is?

Tom Hibbert, Q, May 1989

THE AGING MUSICIAN sits in his hotel room, an acoustic guitar propped upon his considerable paunch. He tosses back his long, greying hair, fingers his droopy moustache and strums some ragged chords, somewhat out-of-tune.

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