Remembering Glenn Frey and the “so much more” his music invokes

This will be quick and consider it a “throw my hands to the sky” complaint, as now before I could come close to finding words to express my love for David Bowie, another musical great/my time favorite, “Eagles” co founder, Glenn Frey has died.

The words of his family and fellow Eagles great Don Henley concerning their love and the incredible accomplishments of Glenn Frey are duly noted.

They knew him and it is a searing, terrible loss, all of us know or will know, losing family members or close friends.

After all both Damon Runyan (“life is 6 to 5 against you’) and Woody Allen, (he somehow has not only pondered but also produced words/thoughts/concepts, often humorous, about the ridiculous fact that we live knowing we are going to die), have articulated concerning the inevitable.

My thought here is about how a musical artist of one’s time can elicit a personal soundtrack of memories, that coarse through the bloodstream/brain impulse as bolts of emotion, so powerful, as not to be measured.

Such is the case for me, concerning the magnificent Glenn Frey and the Eagles.

Two of many follow.

“Sports searching” for the new Washington Capitals’ hockey games when I stopped the radio’s fine tuner above my bed, and first truly heard Glenn and the iconic group he co founded.

Sitting at Boyd Stadium in Las Vegas, Nevada–the world falling apart around me, my father had died, and one he and I had watched run in rare great memories with Dad in tumultuous 1968, O.J. Simpson, was now “running” in a different way, not in a never forgotten way on the football field, but in something called a “White Bronco.”

Yet with their music that Friday night in June 1994, in the incredible, “look closely and there is something bigger” beautiful atmosphere, Glenn and the Eagles eased my pain of loneliness and loss.

He will continue to do so for millions with what he has left behind. Yet why oh why, so early, too soon, is he gone??

As my father often retorted, in a perhaps appropriate sardonic tone to some of my either inane (why did this “schmuck” manager sacrifice and not hit away) or unanswerable questions (why death)— WHY

Eagles – Hotel California Live. At The Capital Centre, 1977.

Glenn wrote it and performs “Hotel” at what was the NHL Washington Capitals home arena. Yes, a coincidence, a sign?

That same year someone else had seen the Eagles perform live. I will never forget his glowing review began with “they opened with “Hotel.” Yet it was me, She asked, if I wanted to play pool upstairs in the campus center. I responded that I did know how. You talk about REGRETS!

I will “shut up.” Click above to view Glenn Frey singing, as the Eagles perform their iconic song, now some significant time ago.