Dead at 67. Lemmy, David Bowie… Even Dan Haggerty… Sad, but I barely cared. They never made a song that inspired or moved me to do something. Glenn Frey did. His whole band did.
For all the deaths the last few months, this one sorta sucks. I didn’t know the guy, or he knew me: but I lived a lot of life listening to his songs. I’ve kicked up a foot on a few footpegs listening to Lyin’ Eyes, screaming the lyrics while crossing some Nevada or Arizona Desert on a bike. I’ve stood on a corner of Winslow Arizona on ol’ route 66, where they still commemorate the song he wrote with them. I’ve been to a town I just learned the name of, and woke up to a Tequila Sunrise. Pulled me out of a few funks.
The Eagles, just made an impact on me. They’ve turned into some of my favorite riding songs.
They Inspired me. They Still will.
This is a favorite: Glenn came up with the lyric after being in a bar, seeing all these “kept Women” as he called them, cheating on their husbands. Us normal people would just sit and notice, but Glenn made a song about it, and told a story out of it. It’ll always be my favorite Eagle song:
Glad he sung it. Rest in Peace, Glenn Frey. We’ll keep listening to the music. Thank you, for doing what you did.