Stephen Stills and Judy Collins were always an unlikely couple.
When they met, he was a brash kid with a magic touch on the guitar, from a newly broken-up band called Buffalo Springfield. She was one of the reigning queens of folk music.
He saw her at the Whiskey a Go-Go in L.A., on a night when Eric Clapton was playing with his new band, Cream. Stills went up and kissed her hand. She brushed him off.