What to say…

Heartbroken, yet again… Another icon has left us. The Eagles were one of the bands of my youth, my wild and crazy years, my Coming of Age years… I can't begin to name ALL the songs they produced that marked that era of my life. Take It Easy, Peaceful Easy Feeling, Tequila Sunrise, Already Gone, Lyin' Eyes, Take It to the Limit, and of course…Hotel California. Ok, so I did list SOME of the songs…

While David Bowie skirted the periphery of my awareness, this band was one that was quite often front and center.  I swayed to their music in hazy bars and listened to their music as the sun set on the beaches in Santa Cruz and Bonny Doon (yes…Bonny Doon…).

It's not that I turned my back on their music in later years, but I admit, I did walk away.  My tastes turned elsewhere. But any time Hotel California came on the radio or someone played it, I found myself transported… back to those hazy bars and those beautiful beaches and people and that ache for another time arises.

So, when I heard that Glenn Frey died… I felt a small part of me died, too, that crazy girl from so long ago.  And while I know that crazy girl was trouble all those years ago, that was the girl that I was and the troubles that girl created make up who I am today.  I am who I am because she was who she was.  Yeah, don't try to figure that out… I'm still trying…  

As I have mentioned before, my life needs a soundtrack.  Well, when I eventually create one, this will be one of the songs in that soundtrack from that time in my life.

 

 

 

And, yeah, gotta include this one…