I’ll admit that I don’t listen to K-Love as often as I probably should. And since this is sorta like a confessional; I’ve been listening to the Beatles channel via satellite radio on and off for the last month or so. For a short time they had a temporary Eagles channel. I listened to that pretty much anytime my cell phone would allow it.
I like the Eagles. I think most people do. That’s probably why their Greatest Hits album sold more albums than any other group or artist ever. They’re ranked at number one with afore mentioned album. Michael Jackson is second with his smash Thriller and the Eagles also occupy the third spot with another one of their albums titled Hotel California.
The first song I ever learned to play on guitar was the Eagles “Peaceful Easy Feeling”. Maybe being from Arizona makes a fella more prone to like the Eagles. After all, the Eagles tune sung by the late Glenn Frey, which he co-wrote with Jackson Browne, goes like this, in case you forgot,
“Well I’m a standing on the corner in Winslow Arizona and such a fine sight to see
It’s a girl my Lord in a flatbed Ford slowing down to take a look at me”.
I’ve been listening to the Eagles since before I was a teenager. I guess my appreciation for their music somehow rubbed off on my offspring, especially the youngest. I’m not big on concerts, at least not these days, but when I found out that the Eagles, what’s left of them, were gonna be coming to town, I knew it might be the last chance to see them.
Tickets to events like the Eagles are a little like buying a winning lottery ticket. We finally managed to get some, but there weren’t six available together. It was four together and two together. Since the youngest and myself were the biggest fans, we ended up getting the two best seats.
The truth is I do like the Eagles, always have, but if it wasn’t for the fact of being with loved ones to enjoy it, it wouldn’t be worth fighting that mob like crowd.
I think that’s how it is with making some memories sometimes. It takes being away from your comfort zone and doing something out of the ordinary with someone extraordinary. Or a group of extraordinary people. Isn’t that what loved ones are? We’re special to God and to our family.
My youngest and I belted out “Desperado” at the top of our lungs as the Eagles finished their encore.
The thick crowd was threatening to separate my daughter and I on the way out so she grabbed my hand… never thought that would happen again… If we hadn’t gone to that Eagles concert it probably never would have. It’s the little things in life, friends. I think that’s one of the times when God smiles…