Probably the Jackson Browne influence.I saw them at Cal Jam 1 in 1974. Spent most of the 70s, 80s, 90s, 00s hating them. Then that documentary History of the Eagles came out and I suddenly rediscovered their music. Although I always like Take It Easy.
That song sucks.
Seven Bridges Road = J.D. SoutherProbably the Jackson Browne influence.
That song sucks.
i told ya.Is that perhaps a new forum record? Not even a minute and somebody crapped all over my post? munch0stirthepot
Is that perhaps a new forum record? Not even a minute and somebody crapped all over my post? munch0stirthepot
Is that perhaps a new forum record? Not even a minute and somebody crapped all over my post? munch0stirthepot
They lost me with the Hotel California album. I thought Desperado was a great album. I really enjoyed the early stuff.That's only because I didn't see it sooner
Like I said, I love the Eagles, but that song is bad. But I'm probably in the minority's of Eagles fans. I like the stuff with Bernie better than the stuff with Joe.
For me, Hotel California was too far away from the soft sound I liked. Between the title track and Life in the Fast Lane, it just wasn't music I enjoy. But then too, The Beatles' Helter Skelter was too heavy for me; I'm a folkie at heart.I think Hotel California is one of the most brilliant albums .... ever. Remarkable in so many ways: the songwriting; the production; the way it documented 70's West Coast cultural tropes while simultaneously excoriating them; the performances ... tremendous.
It's amazing how people love to hop bandwagons in hating certain artists. Just seems like a lack of imagination to me.
Re: the co-writers ... they sure did work with a lot of folks over the years. I thought J.D. Souther was an actual member at one point? Either way, THAT guy's had quite an interesting life.
When you look at the musicians who all knew (and partied with) each other from Laurel Canyon in the late 60's/early 70's, it's amazing, really. One of my impossible dreams would be to have a roadside shack in Topanga Canyon, about halfway up. (Topanga because ... well, Laurel Canyon now ...). There would be no marquee - people would just play there, unannounced. And there would be amazing craft beer, and burgers made from grass fed beef ... and some weird local cheese with herbs. And that would be it. Cover would be $30, and you'd get 4 beers (carefully tabbed as 3), a burger, and a rickety seat. Max capacity 70. Name: Fuck This Place.
For me, Hotel California was too far away from the soft sound I liked. Between the title track and Life in the Fast Lane, it just wasn't music I enjoy. But then too, The Beatles' Helter Skelter was too heavy for me; I'm a folkie at heart.