(Editor's note: The above picture features the Eagles with touring drummer Joe Vitale, the best drummer the band ever had)
The last Eagles post I put to this site was more than a touch hotly worded--I was still working out some bad feelings I was having with a popular Eagles online forum, but the basic sentiment still remains. One of the great bands of the 1970's and early 1980's has become a Vegas tribute act. For a month's salary, you can hear country crapper Vince Gill and his backing band churn out a plastic, lifeless version of "Take it to the Limit." But enough of that. I'm hear to talk about the real band, the reason you're here reading this post.
To say that the year 2016 was something else is understating things considerably. Right on the heels of the death of Pop/Rock mega-star David Bowie, on January 18, 2016, Glenn Frey, front-man and lynchpin song-writer for the Eagles, died as a result of pneumonia contracted during a hospital stay necessitated by the need for further intestinal surgery. I was sad when Alvin Lee of Ten Years After died in March, 2013. I was very sad when Jack Bruce of Cream died in October, 2014, and when Gary Richrath of REO Speedwagon died in September, 2015. Frey's death precipitated a whole new level of sadness for me, as the Eagles have long been one of my favourite bands.
Admittedly, my introduction to the band initially didn't yield the best results. When I was little, I was put off by the insipid sounds of "The Best of My Love" and "I Can't Tell You Why." My later introductions to "Take it Easy" and the acoustic live version of "Hotel California" from the "Hell Freezes Over" re-union album only added to their dubious reputation. Many others came and went, never impressing me much. The only song I liked was "Already Gone," and listening to that song one early morning in 2008 ignited a musical fire that resulted in my being introduced to the bands and sounds that now foundation my musical tastes.
This musical transformation also coincided with young me coming to full terms with my attraction to the opposite sex. It was no surprise that, as I was embracing more love-oriented lyrics, I came to take even more of a shine to some of the more delicate songs of the Eagles. Songs like "Peaceful, Easy Feeling" and "New Kid in Town" took on new and better meanings. The latter song served as an inspiration to me, alongside "Free Bird" by Lynyrd Skynyrd and "Day Tripper" by the Beatles, with regards to my ill-fated daydreams of of pursuing music as a career option. Throughout the remainder of my adolescence, the Eagles would continue to make their out-sized mark and help expand the musical horizons.
There are some albums you'll always remember buying. If you've bought as many as I have, this says a lot. One such album is the Eagles' "On the Border" album, which I bought in February, 2012. The title track drew me in most of all, but it was songs like "You Never Cry Like a Lover," "My Man," and "Ol' 55" that made the album what it is. For a band that had as many good songs as did the Eagles, to discover even more came as a pleasant surprise. Later in the year, with newfangled Christmas money, I was introduced to the "One of These Nights" LP, which blew even more doors off my mind and served as a pacifier in the beginnings of a very turbulent period in life. The songs "The Hollywood Waltz" and "Journey of the Sorcerer" remain big favourites to this day.
"King of Hollywood" is a song that says more than most others in the band's catalogue. The song chronicles the pratfalls of fame and seeking out the best talents. For one thing, I've conducted my life as something of that type of guy. In the early days of my College education, when I would see a girl I liked and wanted to learn more about, I would stand back and sponge in information like full names and such, look them up on Facebook, and let the dominoes fall where they may. Private investigating. I'm the reason you hate Facebook--I've fallen a step or two short of being a full-bore stalker. I don't do that any more, as it would make for far too many uncomfortable opportunities. Still, the truth remains. I'm always on the hunt for love, always wanting to know more. A perpetually broken heart looking to make his mark.
"What you get is not quite what you choose."
Eagles, "How Long"
When a particularly potent crush I had went up in smoke in Spring, 2016, all I listened to that day, before and after, was Eagles albums--Five of their six classic-era studio albums(I did not give "The Long Run" a listen that day). I had just gotten the Rolling Stone commemorative edition magazine for the band, so I was in even more of a mood for the band. Moreover, the music for that moment communicated more to me than an album by the Doors or REM would have. "Tequila Sunrise" and "New Kid in Town" were stand-outs from that day, particularly the latter song. With the lyric "Everybody loves him, and he's holding her, and you're still around," I nearly wrecked my car on the highway with all the tears in my eyes. I knew it was over. 3 1/2 turbulent months culminated in my washing back my sorrows with Eagles music and Diet Coke. Of course, I've learned in life that there are far worse things in the world than angling for a nice young something over dinner and getting Glenn and Don over the speakers instead.
The local rock radio station has been advertising ticket sales for the new Eagles concert sometime this fall. This stabs me in the heart. Back in 2013, I was really keen on seeing the Eagles in concert. Coming on the heels of the documentary "History of the Eagles," which made a most compelling case for the band, it was something I felt particularly pressed to do. They had tour dates in Louisville, KY, and in Birmingham, AL, and a road trip looked very appealing. When an Atlanta, GA, concert was announced, I was amped. However, a lot of things fell through in the lead-up to the concert, and I missed out. My last opportunity was a 2015 Greenville, SC, concert I wasn't even aware of due to numerous distractions in my life at that time. I shouldn't fret the fleeting, earthly things, but it still grinds me that I missed out on seeing them. This, it should be said, will not compel me to go see the new band.
The Eagles under-pinned the most formative and memorable experiences of my life, and that's a contribution money just can't buy.