I just finished watching a 3-hour long documentary about the music super group “The Eagles”. You probably know a half-dozen of their songs, even if you don’t know the songs are theirs. Desperado, Take It To The Limit, The Long Run, Life In The Fast Lane. Yes – THAT group.
I didn’t know it until I watched this documentary on Netflix (titled: The History of the Eagles), but Linda Ronstadt was majorly responsible for bringing two of the key band members together, and later recorded a song they wrote that their own recording company didn’t want The Eagles to do. It was Desperado, so, big thanks to Linda for believing in them.
I’m a huge Eagles fan, and am old enough to remember them from the years I was a teenager. Most of their music is among the greatest ever made. For me, though, there is one sour note in their whole catalog, and you’ll probably disagree with me as to which song it is. In actual fact, I absolutely hate – – – HOTEL CALIFORNIA. Something about that song rubs me wrong, and it always has. I would dearly appreciate it if The Eagles would release a double-album sized collection of their greatest hits – that didn’t have that song on it anywhere. I know, it will never happen.
Could someone build a stereo for me that absolutely won’t ever play that song, even accidentally? Please?
Yesterday while my wife was getting ready to leave for work, she encountered another of the unwelcome guests to our home that accompanied my daughter when she moved in last year. It had managed to crawl under her robe while she was getting dressed, and when she picked up the robe, she let out a brief shriek and then I heard her shoe give it a massive headache. Several times.
When she came in to tell me about it, I knew it was already over. Nothing for me to do, except put it into a context that wouldn’t ruin her day at work. So, I burst into song:
“Just like me, it longed to be, close to you!” (from “Close to You” by the Carpenters – written by Burt Bacharach) Well, at least she was smiling when she left for work!
As you may know, I like to have fun coming up with new lyrics to well-known songs. This morning I really blind-sided my wife with one change I made.
The original song is “Wheel In The Sky” by the rock group Journey. The part I altered goes like this:
Oh, the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin’
Don’t know if I’ll see tomorrow
As we sat eating our breakfast, our cats were dutifully observing everything (as they usually do) even though they had been fed about an hour earlier. Then Merlin, the all-black male, started moving around as though he was trying to find a stealthy way to get to my wife’s plate.
And out of nowhere, I conjured this alteration to “Wheel in the Sky” (from Merlin’s viewpoint):
Oh, the eggs on that plate have me tempted
See if some sneaking can get them.
I’m terrible, aren’t I?