The recently reunited Buffalo Springfield, at the neo-hippie Bonaroo festival, with "Mr. Soul."
And dig the unseemly lascivious glee with which the song's now geriatric composer delivers the line, on the first verse: "...and I let her."
Yipes.
Seriously -- unless the traditional Stills-Young broken arrow bickering ultimately derails the project, this tour is gonna yield one of the greatest official live albums in history.
[h/t Gummo]
