Graham Nash always seemed like the reasonable, peace-making one among his famously fractious compadres, David Crosby, Stephen Stills and Neil Young. But he didn’t get to where he is today by being plagued with doubt or false modesty. Even talking remotely over a Zoom connection, he still radiates a kind of unshakeable certainty.
‘I just trust that the universe loves me enough to support what I’m doing,’ he declares. ‘I don’t seek my life, my life happens to me and I’m perfectly content to let it. Look what I’ve done in my life… Pretty nice!’
‘Joni was the only witness to that sound and it was created in less than a minute’
At 81, Nash is, incredibly, a pre-baby boomer, but mentally he seems about three decades younger. He’s here for a tour that kicked off in Basingstoke and will take him from London to Glasgow to Nottingham to Gateshead, not forgetting his home town of Manchester – though he’s careful to specify that ‘I’m Salfordian, all my life.
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