Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
Last Saturday night I went out with a few friends.
It had been about 10 years since I last went to a concert, so I decided it was time to get out of the house to see The Eagles. They did not disappoint.
They are outstanding musicians, who were very popular when I was in high school. The music I enjoyed during those years is still the music I love––at least in most cases.
The others were Joe Walsh (so funny in his interactions with the audience), Timothy Schmit, and Vince Gill, who has joined The Eagles since Glenn Frey died in 2016. Frey's son, Deacon, also played and sang lead on several numbers. He was great, and he's a nice, young hottie.
They finished with my favorite––Best Of My Love––and moved into my All Time Top Five Favorite Concerts. No one will ever take the place of #1, which was a guy named Paul who played at RFK Stadium on July 4th, 1989.
Other than a break of about 20 minutes, The Eagles played for three hours. Every minute was wonderful.
I've been exhausted all week. I'm glad I can relax this weekend, but if I could see The Eagles again, I'd do it in heartbeat. I'd probably have to take out a loan, though. Even the cheap sets were very expensive. It's going to take a while for my finances to recover. Rebekah, a great lover of concerts, went with me and said it was the most she had ever paid for a concert ticket.
They were worth it.
Infinities of love,