The Eagles, who have been on their "Farewell 1" tour (don't tell them, they thinks it's a clever title) for about eight years now, have announced yet another shamelessly-priced North American pilgrimage: $75, $175 and $250 for the really good seats where you can actually watch the paint dry up close (That's actually unfair. If you were watching paint dry, there would be some actual movement).
Now, it's no secret to anyone who knows me that I hate the Eagles. I mean REALLY hate the Eagles. I view them as a souless ripoff of a formula created and perfected by Gram Parsons and Chris Hillman, first with the Byrds and later with the Flying Burrito Brothers. The Eagles took this style called "country rock," commercialized it and made huge amounts of money in the process. One of the most boring live bands ever, they stand completely still delivering their corporate garbage to the masses.
Keep in mind that none of these comments are aimed at Joe Walsh, who I adore and whose soul I pray for every waking day. They are mostly directed Don Henley, who is one the most snide, self-righteous, humorless individuals ever to draw breath, exhibiting total contempt for his audience (at least on that we agree).
In 1998, when their Hell Freezes Over tour (another clever title) was starting, Henley had the audacity to sue the nonprofit National Foundation to Protect America's Eagles for using eagles.org as their web address. If that's not enough of a reason to hate them, then fine. You probably like Celine Dion, The Dave Matthews Band and fiberglass underwear. So, nyah!
I actually feel better now. Thanks for stopping by.
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