Last week when David Bowie died, it was sad. Like the end of an era sad.
I had a sense of sadness that had to do as much with time passing and an acknowledgment of my own aging as it had to do with his death.
Then Glenn Frey died. His style of country rock was the stuff I was raised on. The stuff I boogied to (and other stuff that will remain edited out of this post).
To say I was a big fan would be putting it mildly. I like the Eagles better than the Beatles. (I know, heresy!) I had the albums and the moves and later CDs. I knew the words to the songs. Mostly.
I was lucky enough to see them in concert. It was the “Hell Freezes Over” tour in 1994. The concert was the highlight of a year full of marital strife. It was the one thing that made me feel young that year and I’ll always be grateful to them for that.
They were to be honored at the Kennedy Center in 2015 but declined hoping to postpone it so Glenn would be able to attend. That was not to happen.
My Mom always said things come in threes so I am expecting another great rocker to die….soon.
So rockers beware!
RIP Glenn Frey