The coming death of just about every rock legend

I lucked out and saw Glenn Frey on his final tour with the Eagles. Great show.

I got that beat. I lived in California's San Fernando Valley in the 1990s. We had a neighborhood party and I sat around a campfire with a group of people. A few joints were passed around. One of the guys excused himself and left. The guy next to me said about the man leaving the circle, "that's Glenn Frey."

So I got stoned with Glenn Frey. :)
 
I got that beat. I lived in California's San Fernando Valley in the 1990s. We had a neighborhood party and I sat around a campfire with a group of people. A few joints were passed around. One of the guys excused himself and left. The guy next to me said about the man leaving the circle, "that's Glenn Frey."

So I got stoned with Glenn Frey. :)

Nice. Guess he wasn’t talking about his business then.

Only time I actually partied with a rockstar, he drank most of my beer and ran off with my bottle of tequila. Can’t name drop though...
 
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Can’t name drop though...

In fairness, there were about twenty to thirty people there. I basically only exchanged a hello, and honestly can't say if I even saw him drinking a beer, but it's fun telling it.
 
Nice. Guess he wasn’t talking about his business then.

Only time I actually partied with a rockstar, he drank most of my beer and ran off with my bottle of tequila. Can’t name drop though...



Well everytime that I come home nobody wants to let me be,
It seems that all the friends I got just got to come interrogate me,
Well, I appreciate your feelings and I don't want to pass you by,
But I don't ask you about your business, don't ask me about mine.

Well its true I love the money and I love my brand new car,
I like drinkin' the best of whiskey and playing in a honky tonk bar,
But when I come off the road, well I just got to have my time,
'Cause I got to find a break in this action, else I'm gonna lose my mind.

So, don't ask me no questions
And I won't tell you no lies
So, don't ask me about my business
And I won't tell you goodbye

That's right

Well, "what's your favorite color and do you dig the brothers," is drivin' me up a wall,
And everytime I think I can sleep, some fool has got to call,
Well don't you think that when I come home, I just want a little peace of mind,
If you want to talk about the business buddy, you're just wastin' time.

I said don't ask no stupid questions and I won't send you away,
If you want to talk fishing, well I guess that'll be OK.
 
All of which means there's going to be an awful lot of mourning going on.

Behold the killing fields that lie before us: Bob Dylan (78 years old); Paul McCartney (77); Paul Simon (77) and Art Garfunkel (77); Carole King (77); Brian Wilson (77); Mick Jagger (76) and Keith Richards (75); Joni Mitchell (75); Jimmy Page (75) and Robert Plant (71); Ray Davies (75); Roger Daltrey (75) and Pete Townshend (74); Roger Waters (75) and David Gilmour (73); Rod Stewart (74); Eric Clapton (74); Debbie Harry (74); Neil Young (73); Van Morrison (73); Bryan Ferry (73); Elton John (72); Don Henley (72); James Taylor (71); Jackson Browne (70); Billy Joel (70); and Bruce Springsteen (69, but turning 70 next month).

The sad thing is I've only seen two live McCartney in his prime and Brian Wilson definitely not in his. I missed Dylan last year and regret it. There are only a handful of bands I still like that I think carry on rocks tradition, but most of them are more in the alternative vein now.

Greta Van Fleet is about the only band I know that has single handedly paid tribute to and also is about as close to a perfect mirror image of a famous band's style.
 
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