5:02 pm May 4, 2012, by Jay
Ah, the Eagles. They’re playing tonight at the Verizon Amphitheater in Alpharetta, I see. Tickets top out at $185 a pop, which is a lot more than I’m willing to pay to see any act, living or dead, especially when it’s likely to turn into a two-hour sing-a-long.
OK, I’ll take that back. I’d pay that much to see Elvis or Frank or Jimi, but since they’re dead, that’s not likely to happen. And if it somehow did, I imagine the scalping price of that $185 ticket would move to the right a few spaces.
Anyway, back to the Eagles. In the day, they were the West Coast version of country rock, which like West Coast jazz was a little more slick, smooth and cool than its rough-hewn cousin. They were Hollywood. But their songbook holds up well over time, and I always appreciated the lyrics in a lot of their best songs. They told stories, complete with characters and plot. And they are an essential part of the soundtrack for the ’70s.
– Jay Bookman
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