I could be
wrong, but I’m not, Torn Slatterns and Nugget Ranchers
A Florida couple
on “Strange Addictions” admitted they were hooked on several coffee enemas a
day:
“We’ve secretly
replaced the regular coffee the Jones’s put up their butts with Folger’s
crystals. Let’s see if they noticed.”
Where do they
get their coffee? Starbutts.
Guys, you want
to know if you had a good Valentines Day? If you’re woman is still speaking to
you and you’re not sleeping on the couch? You had a good Valentines Day.
After 150 years,
the ugliest woman in history, or the ape woman, was finally buried in her home
in Mexico; it was a touching funeral, all the mourners were given bags to put
over their faces.
A Florida couple
on “Strange Addictions” admitted they were hooked on several coffee enemas a
day. Not only that, they get their coffee at Starbucks, so they paid through
the butt.
Since you asked:
Very much liked
“History of the Eagles.” It was definitely slanted in favor of the surviving
Eagles, including Azoff, but, it did give the “Egos” a chance to air their
side.
There really are
two sides to every story.
One of the great
surprises was how much of a sense of humor they all had. Well, besides Azoff.
Frey, as it turns out, is damn funny. Always knew Henley was witty, and Joe
Walsh goes into the character hall of fame, but all could poke fun at
themselves and their amazing situation. Suppose they had to if they wanted to
retain any sanity.
As Henley points
out with his line; “What do you do when your dreams come true and they’re not
quite like you planned?” He said success can be just as disconcerting as
failure.
It truly showed how even being a rock star could be a mixed blessing.
For one example: congratulations, you get to have groupies. Reality? Many times
the groupies weren’t all that good looking. Or not crazy. (Keith Richards touched on this in his
autobiography, “Life”)
Another thing
that was amazing was, despite all of their incredible talents, without benefit
of playing their own songs, and without much playing time, at the Gallery in Aspen, at times they weren’t very
good.
Witnesses, including the amazing producer of Led Zeppelin and the Rolling Stones, Glyn Johns, said Frey would turn himself so high on his mic and amp, his guitar and voice
was all you could hear. Played in a band with a guy who did that. No matter how
well everyone else plays, it sounds horrible.
Nothing worse
than coming off the stage after playing what you thought was a good solo or
riff and having people tell you; “Um, we couldn’t hear you.”
“History of the
Eagles” highlighted no matter how huge and great a band becomes, they don’t get
there without a lot of help. Bob Seger, Jackson Browne, Linda Rondstadt, David
Geffen, Glyn Johns, Kenny Rogers, without all of their considerable help there
would have been no Eagles.
But give credit
where it is due: without a ton of hard work on top of a ton of talent, the
Eagles would not get to where they are by accident. Definite legends. As much
as I love Don Felder, for the first time I can see why Frey got so pissed at
him in 1980.
There’s no
getting around that Frey and Henley acted like dickheads at times. Henley
making some poor roadie drag a mattress and his Kimono collection chest, Frey
firing a road manager in Europe for bringing him a soft pack of Marlboros
instead of a hard box.
But Henley and
Frey also gave everyone else their chance. And they were both full-blown coke
addicts. Coke is well-known for bringing out the worst in people.
This documentary
showed how the Byrds throw-away line “Just get yourself an electric guitar and
learn how to play” was indeed a trite myth. It took amazing talent and even
harder work. And then a lot of lucky breaks.
Saw the Eagles at the Forum before "Hotel California" was on the radio. Thought the backdrop of the Beverly Hills Hotel meant the nickname of the Forum was "Hotel California." When Henley started singing "Desperado" goose-bump inducing strings kicked in and the Hotel California backdrop came up revealing the entire L.A. Philharmonic Orchestra.
Saw the Eagles at the Forum before "Hotel California" was on the radio. Thought the backdrop of the Beverly Hills Hotel meant the nickname of the Forum was "Hotel California." When Henley started singing "Desperado" goose-bump inducing strings kicked in and the Hotel California backdrop came up revealing the entire L.A. Philharmonic Orchestra.
And maybe Felder
should have let the financial split favor Frey and Henley when the got back
together in 1994. In his own bio, Felder admits he turned down an offer to play
lead for Henley during Henley’ solo career, because it was for the union
standard sideman’s cut.
Timothy B.
Schmidt took sideman gigs with Toto and even Ratt.
Despite all the spats, drugs and egos, in the end all
that matters is the music, and the Eagles music was great.
Except for some
of that crap on “The Long Run.”
Here are mistakes made from every band
Starting with that amazingly crappy band playing at the company picnic for $100, to the greatest band, ever, (sorry Led and Beatles, but it is true) the Rolling Stones.
People turning up their amps higher and higher during the course of the gig. (This problem is usually corrected with a good soundboard guy mixing out in the audience)
Drummer speeding up the beat.
Singer forgetting lyrics. (Henley did it during their comeback gig)
Mic feedback. (It happened on Bob Marley's live recording of "No Woman No Cry." in "Legends."
Playing new songs (Truth-be-told, I did not like "Hotel California" the first time I heard it because I had never heard it before. To me it should have been called; "The Only Eagles Songs I Don't Know")
Playing too long on one song. Namely repeating solos too many times. (At a benefit concert, Eric Clapton was sounding so amazing on his solo on "Let it Be" Paul threw back to him three times. On the third time you could see Clapton rolling his eyes in a "Oh, not again" way. John Bonham was the greatest drummer ever, but after five minutes of his drum solo, I wanted to slit my throat)
Anything having to do with "Boston" "Kiss" or "Depeche Mode." Repeat after me, there is no such thing as pseudo-intellectual rock and roll or "performance" rock and roll, i.e., make up and costumes.
Oh, and I still hate Ted Nugent.
Oh, and I still hate Ted Nugent.
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