I now feel vindicated. Maybe it was all those guitar lessons in junior high... My teacher Chuck, a Vietnam vet prone to flash-backs, made me learn one too many Eagles songs. And to get around copyright issues he made his own tabs and renamed the song titles things like "Western Auto" instead of "Desperado." At any rate, I despise The Eagles. I also just found out one of my all time favorites, Gram Parsons did too. In the biography
Twenty Thousand Roads which my friend just let me borrow (which is awesome), Parsons refers to The Eagles as a "plastic dry fuck." Gram you potty mouth! But so right on. Don't be surprised if you see an essay here one day soon about how terrible The Eagles are/were. It's science...
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