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.
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.
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.
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.