It was, at the time, one of the highest-grossing rock tours ever, grossing over 11 million dollars in an era when such figures were uncommon. Such success camouflaged the chaos behind the scenes -- the bitter fights and feuds, the excess and indulgence that led to
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
pocketing about a half million dollars each, when all was said and done. Big bucks were the reason the
CSNY
1974 tour even existed. Efforts to record a new album in 1973, their first since 1970's breakthrough
Deja Vu
, collapsed but manager
Elliot Roberts
and promoter
Bill Graham
convinced the group to stage the first outdoor stadium tour in the summer of 1974, with the idea that
would test-drive new material in concert, then record a new studio album in the fall, or maybe release a live record from the historic tour. Neither happened. The group cleaved in two upon the tour's conclusion and the live tapes sat in the vaults until
Graham Nash
decided to assemble a box set of the tour just in time for its 40th anniversary in 2014.
Nash
and producer
Joel Bernstein
-- the driving forces behind the excellent new millennial archival
CSN
reissues -- culled the best moments from the nine recorded shows, sometimes cobbling together composites, then assembled the whole thing as a three-CD set designed to replicate the mammoth three-hour sets the quartet played in 1974. That very length indicates how there was room on the 1974 tour for every aspect of
, giving space to sensitive folk, woolly electric guitar jams, hits, and unheard songs. Several of those new songs showed up on albums by
in various permutations, while a few -- mostly written by
Young
-- never got an airing outside of this tour, so the first official release of "Love Art Blues," "Pushed It Over the End," and even the throwaway
Nixon
jape "Goodbye Dick" is indeed noteworthy. But what makes
CSNY 1974
a substantial chapter in their legacy is how it captures the band in full flight just as its moment is starting to slip away.
Stills
and
play with the burly force they channeled into
Manassas
Crazy Horse
, providing a startling contrast to both the sweetness of disc two's acoustic set and
Crosby
's excursions into the haze of
If I Could Only Remember My Name
. Hearing the band pull apart as its members come together is simultaneously thrilling and enervating because
,
, and
remain locked in a battle to outdo one another; it's fascinating to hear them spar, but also draining. Nevertheless, that messy competition is why
is a vital addition to their canon. Tales of
acrimony are legend, but this rancor rarely surfaced on record. Here, those brawling egos are pushed to the forefront, with all the pretty harmonies operating as an accent to the main event. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine