|"How else do you snort a boatload of coke?"|
For all the times the music of the Eagles was forced upon us the past five decades, this writer is of the opinion that, when a member of the band dies, anyone who feels the urge is more than welcome to say, "Sorry for his passing, but his band was a pox upon humanity."
When you really stop and think about it, very few of us went out of our way to choose the Eagles because, well, the Eagles were already chosen for us.
Before any of us knew enough to start making our own programming decisions regarding the music we subjected ourselves to, the Eagles were already everywhere. Many of us are intimately familiar with every nook and cranny of all their greatest hits despite never having ever chosen to listen to the Eagles.
That's programming, ladies and gentlemen; brainwashing, pure and simple.
|Bill Graham pardoning a turkey with Walsh, Frey and a bearded Irving Azoff?|
You can't begrudge them their success, but when one considers the sheer number of bands whose music we never got to experience as a result of hearing "Hotel California" for the ten millionth time instead, it becomes evident that we are the ultimate losers.
|"No, YOU ask the waitress for some more Coke.",|
By comparison, Henley's solo career was far more interesting as his lyrical prowess and embrace of synthesizers was innovative instead of merely bandwagon jumping. "Dirty Laundry" is three minutes of absolute jaded pop perfection.
Even so, it always felt a little like rich guys amusing themselves until the inevitable reunion came along, which, of course, happened even though Henley swore it never would. Or were they just playing us? They came back, which was fine for a time, but then they refused to leave as their high-priced farewell tour of 2005 fails to explain why the band was still touring (and charging even higher ticket prices) in 2015.
In doing so, the Eagles, quite frankly, confirmed their position as the band for the 1% instead of a band for the Everyman so excuse me if my enthusiasm for such a band isn't equal to yours.
Glenn Frey lived a life that most of dream about. He did more drugs and fucked more beautiful women than any ten of us will ever know. He also got to go anywhere he damn well pleases and get paid astronomical sums of money to play his own songs for people.
I just wasn't moved in any way by any of them, but his presence in my life, though forced, was not entirely unpleasant. Still, I'd have rather seen some other bands get a fraction of the attention lavished upon his band for reasons having little to do with musical merit.
|Joe fucking Walsh|
While I don't begrudge him the paycheck that joining the Eagles certainly was, I kinda wish he'd said no to them just to see what else he wound up doing musically. Like Ron Wood joining the Stones, I get the feeling it kind of stunted his own musical explorations to a large extent and, well, that's a damn shame.