I'm not sure where the rest / better portion of the Useless Critic stands on Shakey, but the dude is a fucking legend.
It blows my mind that he started out fifty years ago playing in a short-lived funk band with Rick James, and went on to release a laundry list of wonderful albums with Buffalo Springfield, with Crazy Horse, with CSNY, with The Blue Notes, just himself with an acoustic guitar; playing blues, playing folk, playing rock, playing piano, playing vocoder-driven art deco bizarre synth-futurism. Okay, maybe that was only on Trans.
You really can't go wrong checking out any of his work if you haven't, and I suggest starting with the song above. Here's to fifty more years of stellar musicianship.