[The device clicks on. Stephen Stills is seated on his couch, his guitar in hand. Without any preamble, he begins to play...

When he's done, the device clicks off.]

[Camera clicks on. Stephen is in town, beside the giant fountain. He's wearing one of his spiffier shirts, and toting his new guitar on his back. An extremely battered guitar case is open on the ground in front of him.]

Hey guys. I was sitting at home today when I totally felt like playing some music, so uh...

[he gestures around him]I totally ( Read more... )

[The camera clicks to life. Stephen's face is back to its usual beardy self. He is also much calmer]

So, uh, I'm back!

I really hope that particular curse never, ever happens again. Like, ever ever.

[Stephen shudders with the memory]

But, uh, in better news, look what I found!

[Stephen holds up an extremely battered acoustic guitar by the ( Read more... )