Thanks, Eagles

I had a really nice night at the crash pad.

I was flipping channels and found

The History of The Eagles on Showtime.

It was on from 5:50 pm. – 9:00.

Just in case there is any confusion it was the band, The Eagles

not actual Eagles which it would have been if I was on

nest duty because my son watches National Geo channel nonstop.

I was alone at the crash pad, and so turned it up and sang along to those old songs that I remembered from the seventies when I was kid. I remember riding on the backseat of my parent’s big ole Lincoln,(wait, this requires a pic)

(and to all of ya’ll too young to remember, screw ya)

and listening to my parents harmonizing on, “Lyin Eyes” and “Take it to the Limit” and their hilarious discussions regarding the meaning of “Hotel California”. (The band said on the documentary that it didn’t mean anything, they were just messing with us.)

Back then, the band looked like

and so did my parents.

Then, I remember being in college in the South in the 80’s and there still being lots of Eagles music around but it was by then, classic rock. Don Henley was solo on MTV and Glenn Frey was on Miami Vice.

You forgot didn’t you?


What happened to Don Johnson?

I kind of loved that music but it wasn’t really my music, it was just in the background. My music when I was graduating HS and becoming a young adult was a bit later, think Journey, The Go Go’s and The Police. Remembering more of my faves, Stevie Nicks… yes, I was the Edge of Seventeen then and Bruce was Born to Run. Happy thoughts.

I have digressed mightily.

My point being that although I know most of the words to all of those Eagles songs, I had forgotten them and never really listened to them as a mature adult.

The lyrics kind of blew me away tonight.

I shed a tear hearing “Wasted Time”.

OMG, is that a divorce anthem?