CSNY oops

[lost_sailor]

It's good to hear they're rockin' until they bleed, but ... these geezers might need to be a little more careful - at least until they've finished the Pacific Northwest shows!


From Thursday's Globe and Mail

Toronto — Woodstock-era legend Stephen Stills won't be cancelling any upcoming shows despite an accident involving stitches in his hand. On tour as one-quarter of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, Stills tripped over a footlight in Toronto Tuesday night, cut his hand and required a few stitches below a pinky, said a tour spokesman.

While still confirming details of the accident yesterday afternoon, publicists for the band said that "there is no effect to the tour." CSNY plays Winnipeg tomorrow before continuing on for several more weeks in the United States.


This account from Neil's website (LWW TODAY) is much more entertaining!:

by Scoop Asphalt, road reporter
Second night in Toronto, huge crowd…..the place is rockin! I was safely in my place right behind Young’s amp, to the left of Rick the Bass Player’s old fender amp, the band was rippin’ “Rockin in the Free World” and the audience was going berserk! Young goes to the front of the stage, plays a kong solo and comes back to sing the final chorus of Free World. He sings the first line “Keep On Rockin’ in the Free World” turns toward Chad (Cromwell ) and Rick (Rosas), falling to the stage on one hand, obviously about to pass out form lack of ox, when he regains a grip and gets’ back to mic to sing the last line! The chorus over, the band launches into the extra terrrestrial worllld of over and under-tone tonnage! Instant mayhem! Young lunges to the edge of the stage, looking remarkably clumsly. Tonnage plus launches through the PA as the whole stage is devoured by years and years of experience with the grand tonnage muse of joy and forgiveness, where the sound lifts you from your own body into the body of the music and you finally emerge through the surface barely leaving a ripple.
Time stands still. Stills, in a time warp all his own, is ripping a King Kong solo. Cromwell is crunching and Rosas rumbles through the excess tonnage. Stills glides to the front of the stage. He’s really shredding now. From my vantage point behind the amp I can just see him through the forms of Rosas and Crosby. Nash, barefoot, is totally immersed in the sound, eyes closed, spirit open. Stills is snappin strings now playin as a man possessed! With one foot on the monitor and one foot on the stage, he is right on the edge. Now the monitor falls forward, throwing Stills into the footlights and monitors on his back where he continues to hold an awesome groove, although he has stopped playing lead. Young heads back toward Cromwell and Rosas where they reach for a high edge at the peak of the excess tonnage. Plenty of ox now. The song is over, but Still’s hand is bleeding and he can’t come back for an encore. Instead, he is taken to a nearby hospital for treatment.
Rumors fly of the seriousness of the injury. Reports come in that it is not a ligament, as was originally thought. No-one really knows for sure.
French fries and fresh baked bread! What an awesome smell! The Bio-diesel is burnin’ as the 18 trucks and buses jostle for position for loading and leaving. It’s a 1500 mile trip to Winnipeg, next stop for CSNY. I’m going to file my report and hit the road. I feel like the van is ready for the trip.