22 thoughts on “No, Dude, don’t say it, not today …”
Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. And no, I don’t hate the Eagles, not the way the Dude does. And not even the Dude hates ’em all that much (though he’s much more of a Creedence fan).
Well, for what it’s worth, I love(d) the Eagles and Creedence. Got all their best hits albums and “took it to the limit” every time I raced bikes or prepared for competition of any sorts.
Also got to see John Fogerty (and his son) Summer of 2014 in Dallas along with Jimmy Buffett. Then they joined up and brought the house down.
Amazing how many of the great artists lose nothing as they age.
Like others, I came to Tom Waits via the Eagles’ cover of his “Ol’ 55,” and I saw him open for them at Red Rocks once about a thousand years ago.
We have a couple greatest-hits CDs, along with “Hell Freezes Over” in both CD and DVD. I listened to a lot of Eagles in my Country Hippie® phase, though I did get tired of “Take It To the Limit,” which aired so often on FM that I started calling it “Play it To the Limit.”
Oddly, I don’t have any Creedence CDs, though I had their vinyl out the ying-yang in high school. I need to iTunes me up some of that there.
I caught an Eagles concert a couple of years back in Boston. Very talented musicians, the closest thing to perfect sound I’ve ever heard live. Mind you they had an army of sound techs manning an array of computers NASA would envy. But wow, such talent. Frey will be missed.
Occasionally we’d help schlep the gear to the stage. Hijo, madre. Nothing like the electronica the Eagles were fetching around from arena to arena, but still.
John Fleck, a scientific writer in residence at UNM (he used to be the science writer for the Albuquerque Journal) tweeted a pic of a Neil Young concert advertisement, sponsored by the AARP. Under that a comment “boy, we are getting old…”
Patrick, do you know John? Birds of a feather. You would love each other. I sat on a panel (“science and journalism”) with John up in The City Indifferent a few years ago. Sharp as a tack, and quite the hoot.
I’ve ridden my bike through Winslow several times. Most recently on the PAC Tour’s Southern Transcontinental last fall. We stayed at the lovingly restored La Posada, and did go “stand on a corner” while we were there. Nice little place.
The Eagles were big during my rock and roll formative years and I’ve always enjoyed them. The album “Desperado” is one of my road trip favorites. “Hotel California” was released my junior year of high school and is the soundtrack to many of my youthful adventures. Damn, we are getting old.
Haw. Well played, sir. Driven through a thousand times but never stopped (other than for gas).
No, don’t know John. I haven’t gotten out all that much since we’ve been here; seems it took us a long time to settle in, and I’m not sure we’re there yet.
I have gotten to know the folks at a couple of bike shops — DJ at The Bike Coop and Charlie at Two Wheel Drive. The folks at High Desert and Sport Systems are nice, too.
Well, in Kentucky tonight. Funeral tomorrow (Father In Law). Weather is cold and wet. Coming back to my “little piece of heaven way out West” Sunday. Sandy will return Wednesday. Man do I need a long ride.
Condolences to you and Sandy, Pat. I’ve buried both parents, and Herself has buried her dad; her mom keeps ticking along, and having just retired — at age 82 — she’s contemplating a move from Tennessee to Maryland. Imagine that. Some days it’s all I can do to contemplate a move from the couch to the fridge.
Also offer condolences to you and Sandy, Pat. We’ve buried all our parents. As I once commented to my shrink in Hawaii, I felt that day like I had gotten to the front of the checkout line at the supermarket.
Thanks guys from both of us. Snowstorm last night and today with 6 inches or so on the ground. Folks here don’t handle snow very well, but funeral was SRO. Took us 4 tries to get up the driveway to their farm house on the hill. Friday is looking bad as well. Might come back a day or two early.
PO’B, my condolences, I’ve been through all of that, it’s not easy.
I got dragged to an Eagles concert at Western Springs in Auckland, it was raining, the air was heavy with dope & I hated it all, except when Joe Walsh was playing.
It’s quite a sobering experience when you realise that suddenly, you’re it, you have become your parents. I’m now the family patriarch & I feel too young for the role even though I’ve outlived my father by 6 years & counting.
Saw all those acts in my LA daze – Linda Ronstadt, Jackson Browne, Bonnie Raitt, various country/hippie acts, etc. Seemed somebody was always playing the Santa Monica Civic, the Greek Theater, Universal Studios outdoor theater or wherever. Made it to Sicily – where it’s raining, just like it was in LA!! Photos when the skies clear up so you can really see how nice it is here.
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Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. And no, I don’t hate the Eagles, not the way the Dude does. And not even the Dude hates ’em all that much (though he’s much more of a Creedence fan).
Well, for what it’s worth, I love(d) the Eagles and Creedence. Got all their best hits albums and “took it to the limit” every time I raced bikes or prepared for competition of any sorts.
Also got to see John Fogerty (and his son) Summer of 2014 in Dallas along with Jimmy Buffett. Then they joined up and brought the house down.
Amazing how many of the great artists lose nothing as they age.
Like others, I came to Tom Waits via the Eagles’ cover of his “Ol’ 55,” and I saw him open for them at Red Rocks once about a thousand years ago.
We have a couple greatest-hits CDs, along with “Hell Freezes Over” in both CD and DVD. I listened to a lot of Eagles in my Country Hippie® phase, though I did get tired of “Take It To the Limit,” which aired so often on FM that I started calling it “Play it To the Limit.”
Oddly, I don’t have any Creedence CDs, though I had their vinyl out the ying-yang in high school. I need to iTunes me up some of that there.
Never got into the Eagles. Sitting in a hotel room in Tucson getting ready to fly. In a plane, Patrick.
Gah! No! Say it ain’t so! But if you must fly, better in the plane than on the plane.
I caught an Eagles concert a couple of years back in Boston. Very talented musicians, the closest thing to perfect sound I’ve ever heard live. Mind you they had an army of sound techs manning an array of computers NASA would envy. But wow, such talent. Frey will be missed.
I get nostalgic for my Country Hippie© days from time to time. You know who did a top-shelf live show? The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. A friend was their road manager and we got to see ’em a ton, plus hang out with ’em from time to time.
Occasionally we’d help schlep the gear to the stage. Hijo, madre. Nothing like the electronica the Eagles were fetching around from arena to arena, but still.
John Fleck, a scientific writer in residence at UNM (he used to be the science writer for the Albuquerque Journal) tweeted a pic of a Neil Young concert advertisement, sponsored by the AARP. Under that a comment “boy, we are getting old…”
Patrick, do you know John? Birds of a feather. You would love each other. I sat on a panel (“science and journalism”) with John up in The City Indifferent a few years ago. Sharp as a tack, and quite the hoot.
I suppose I had to do this.
http://labikes.blogspot.com/2016/01/so-long-glen-frey.html
I’ve ridden my bike through Winslow several times. Most recently on the PAC Tour’s Southern Transcontinental last fall. We stayed at the lovingly restored La Posada, and did go “stand on a corner” while we were there. Nice little place.
The Eagles were big during my rock and roll formative years and I’ve always enjoyed them. The album “Desperado” is one of my road trip favorites. “Hotel California” was released my junior year of high school and is the soundtrack to many of my youthful adventures. Damn, we are getting old.
Haw. Well played, sir. Driven through a thousand times but never stopped (other than for gas).
No, don’t know John. I haven’t gotten out all that much since we’ve been here; seems it took us a long time to settle in, and I’m not sure we’re there yet.
I have gotten to know the folks at a couple of bike shops — DJ at The Bike Coop and Charlie at Two Wheel Drive. The folks at High Desert and Sport Systems are nice, too.
That was the only reason we pulled off in Winslow, of course.
Well, in Kentucky tonight. Funeral tomorrow (Father In Law). Weather is cold and wet. Coming back to my “little piece of heaven way out West” Sunday. Sandy will return Wednesday. Man do I need a long ride.
Condolences to you and Sandy, Pat. I’ve buried both parents, and Herself has buried her dad; her mom keeps ticking along, and having just retired — at age 82 — she’s contemplating a move from Tennessee to Maryland. Imagine that. Some days it’s all I can do to contemplate a move from the couch to the fridge.
Also offer condolences to you and Sandy, Pat. We’ve buried all our parents. As I once commented to my shrink in Hawaii, I felt that day like I had gotten to the front of the checkout line at the supermarket.
Thanks guys from both of us. Snowstorm last night and today with 6 inches or so on the ground. Folks here don’t handle snow very well, but funeral was SRO. Took us 4 tries to get up the driveway to their farm house on the hill. Friday is looking bad as well. Might come back a day or two early.
PO’B, my condolences, I’ve been through all of that, it’s not easy.
I got dragged to an Eagles concert at Western Springs in Auckland, it was raining, the air was heavy with dope & I hated it all, except when Joe Walsh was playing.
Thanks Hurben. Both of my parents have also returned to the source.
It’s quite a sobering experience when you realise that suddenly, you’re it, you have become your parents. I’m now the family patriarch & I feel too young for the role even though I’ve outlived my father by 6 years & counting.
Saw all those acts in my LA daze – Linda Ronstadt, Jackson Browne, Bonnie Raitt, various country/hippie acts, etc. Seemed somebody was always playing the Santa Monica Civic, the Greek Theater, Universal Studios outdoor theater or wherever. Made it to Sicily – where it’s raining, just like it was in LA!! Photos when the skies clear up so you can really see how nice it is here.
Bonnie’s great. Also Emmylou Harris and John Prine. Ah, those glorious Seventies. Who’s playing in Sicily?